Just put the finishing touches on the module I teach for this wonderful organization. I get to teach on spiritual rhythms and love being able to facilitate this day of teaching and retreat for these women leaders!
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A girl and her guy got married yesterday They found the one their hearts each love And soaking wet with the October rain Scorning the cold and the wind They warmed up the room with sloppy-wet love Coiffed hair... done Suit jacket... gone Just a naked joy in being with their tribe Who came to cheer and witness and raise a glass or two Hopeful in the birth of another wee family Wrapped cocoon-like in the terrycloth-warm moments Before grabbing suitcases and jacket And venturing out on the soaked serpentine road To their own unknowable future Carrying the little love they have accumulated thus far And trusting in the capital "L" Love that surrounds them To saturate and fill and enmesh the two Into one  my neighbour's magnolia bursts pink joy
furiously into the street the one I dug deep into dirt stubborn in its refusal to bloom or to die nine Mays of hopes unrealized (I place that much weight on spring beauty) that I nearly walked right by the one blossom one tulipy rose-coloured cup in a sea of space between twig that empty room awaiting its leafy annual guests beauty jarring me into the reality of this palm-sized miracle that few (no one?) but me would care about how like the gift of heart-kinship that startles with unexpected colour in that friend that appeared so suddenly so out of place filling a space that merely existed but now shimmers with iridescent light the brightness of joy to lighten and sharpen and proclaim how I am not overlooked or alone (May 2017)  this page is so beautiful soft white untarnished by the mess that is life no dog-ears here no eraser marks or scratched-out bits just wide open room
for words that breathe life into the smoky-haze of noise and death all around I wrap my Elsket scarf around my head and ears to shield me, to lead me to cause me to be in ways that whisper my Belovedness like a distant tune heard by everyone that is somehow familiar, yet forgotten that pulls the corners of the mouth upward where lightness weighs more heavy than worry and joy permeates like moonlight on snow and creativity falls like confetti flakes released from grey sky blanket and love pours out in a hundred secret ways Dec 30, 2016 - Elsket is one of several Norwegian words for love. I do not speak Norwegian, but my understanding of the term, is that is indicates the a very deep, intimate form of love, such as that expressed between spouses, or between a person and God. "How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our life." #newyearsgoals #simplewisdom
 My default compulsion is to check the computer for any sense of connection and seeing what the distant world is finding joyful and noteworthy But today I broke free and strapped on my boots, choosing to march solemnly toward a forgotten love and the garden welcomed me wholeheartedly as I pulled and gnawed at the surface, massaging her tired muscles, digging to remove the knotted masses of clay and old roots and filling her anew with lost plants wedged under lilies and tucked in hidden corners Breathe, Garden! Breathe, me! Welcome Sun and Rain and Birdsong to keep company with this garden. And for now, I stay here to find my community in Soil and Weed and Insect and tweet about my work completed, happy with heuchera joy and pinks pleasure and hydrangea happiness |
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