 Summertime and the living is complicated, sweet, demanding, joyful. It's a life well-lived, a heart full of memories and dreams. It's a Tuesday, and all willing, tomorrow will be a Wednesday, and so on. My friend, Laurie, suggests something close to the following: Every one of us at the 'table' is simply a beating heart that was once a child. And as my own GRANDchild readies to turn three. #3, my beating heart tosses about inside my flat chest in absolute AWE of his wonder and delights, of his short tantrums and his unbridled curiosity, of the kisses blown across miles, and the very soon hugs. I'm grateful to and for the ones who sit at 'my table'. Dear Self, please let shared stories inspire me to seek clarity to deepen my feelings and thoughts. Let me remember, honor, and cherish the precious child within. Let me create art that sings. xo
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 from the west, I'd fight for poppies and lupine fine lines written on gates locks of love & death waterlilies and wild irises I'd fight the good fight. I vow to fight the good fight. I'll host a shindig, a rumpus: A tussle for love and peace. xo It's downright amazing to live in a world and time when, within moments, one can walk into yet another unfiltered morning. Instead of witnessing pain, suffering, and broken windows, you are taken down in awe and thanks. For this time, you live in the silence of what the world wants most. It is lush, soft, ancient, and yet also new. You carry it within for as long as possible. The spell will break, you will break, the world will break again. And again. But still it's there, right where you left it, a world full of hope and beauty. xo   April arrives in swirls of wet winds the sky putty readying to be shaped wild onions on the sides of the path have laid themselves flat and ready & still we walk to silence ourselves we savour where and how our lives are touched and blessed and sacred for this we stop : like the good dog and smell every little and big thing xo March 2025 the waves tumbled and tossed toward the shore loud & large all I could offer was my heart xo   "...where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy..." I'm not suggesting that Saint Francis wrote these words; I don't know if anyone knows who did, but long ago, we aspired to love, faith, hope, light, and joy, and these sentiments, and more, hold true now. In this time and place of much confusion and many unknowns, these will be our essentials. It's challenging to stay on a path when the ground shakes, but our hearts know where to lead us: Listen carefully. Walk lightly. Hold on tightly. xo  It could be in a gallery, the one you waited in long lines : a work of art revered by all, and you wanted to touch it but there was a line you weren't allowed or able to cross there were others standing close by, but they disappeared in the layers and ways your breath entered and held you hostage to beauty and wonder and promise and the quiet and just like that, your world shifted, and you understood that sorrow seats itself in the layers that make up our skin xo  December: The first I'm the first to awake sky dark * stars bright my wishes came true ***** the beds in the house filled with loved ones there is time and pies flowers from Victoria xo  ...and don't you, too, wonder? what would happen if... spread your body out on the sand, allow your heart to open, close your eyes, remember a time that took your breath and sent it on the wings of birds albino pigeon or one of the two egrets standing tall near the empty bridge shrouded in ocean mist and salt air what if you created a new you xo |
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