I’ve been pouring gallons of tea on the ground,
a happy concoction I make for the gardens I tend
and with every splash of the fertile, watery goodness
I feel strength find it’s way to roots
and it does this May thing in my heart
’cause it’s so much fun to pour on life
so, mind if I splash, splash, splash
some fertilizer over you, too?
Okay, hold still…
May these be days of open doors and soft dappled light,
of warm southern breezes and lids lifted off,
a waterfall of birdsong pouring down
washing weary things clean.
May this season find you
and fireflies, too,
with new dances and next steps in even old places,
new touches and brushes and whispers and spaces
and fresh grace to live close to your belly.
May you lose the “it’s not worth it”
and feel it fluttering inside that you matter,
that you’re loved with a love
that isn’t lost or weak or sleepy,
a love that is leaning in and moving toward you,
meeting you more than halfway
with freedom to spare,
freedom to share
and fresh hope thumping joy inside your chest
with new rhythms.
I feel it for you,
your life growing into fresh new shades
of beautiful.
Drink it in….you are worth every drop.
.
“Well I’ve got a hammer
and I’ve got a bell
and I’ve got a song to sing all over this land.
It’s the hammer of justice,
it’s the bell of freedom
it’s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters
all over this land.”
-folk song by Lee Hayes and Pete Seeger
