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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 
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 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  September 2024
Oddly or not, I'm quite enamored by dying plants: the way they let go quietly and how I continue to offer them water and carry them from sunlight to darkness wishing for one more day thanking them for beauty I've always been in love with the unfolding tulips as they surrendered their golden inners turning themselves inside out & upside down colors that fade & fall: I saved spent blossoms kept them in glass jars and on windowsills Now, I let them fall onto the kitchen table I sit with them as I say my goodbyes xo  Today, we celebrate the birth of Gramma Jeannette, and tomorrow, the birth of Grampa Fran, also lovingly known as Grampa Friend. We had these two elders for many years, yet still, it was not long enough I have a photograph of them together walking up our driveway, Gramma carrying a lemon cake in a faded Tupperware container, him with a folding green and white lawn chair arriving at our annual summer party In the background, the corn fields are past knee-high & the sun is slanted and hazy like a good summer day the kids are in bathing suits with muddy feet and their friends are paddle-boating amongst dragonflies, tadpoles, and milkweeds I don't need the photo to remind me of the love it lives in my blood and bones and breath xo |
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