On sails of celebration…..

I’ve been a quiet sort here lately,  haven’t I,
my soul long squirming to stay still and startled grateful as the stillness found me instead.
I haven’t wanted to stir the deep quiet
because it’s been feeding me something I didn’t even know I was hungry for.

I do a little creative challenge each year and this time I’ve been sharing my daily
over on instagram  (jenniferripplespeak);  it seems to be fueled by the bit of juice
that I usually cook with over here
so I forget that I haven’t actually been blogging regularly.
I think I want to change that.
So here again I am:)

I’ve got another little series steeping in my heart
but it’s not strong enough for sipping yet
so I’m letting it brew.
Until then,  a celebratory snippet to offer up to you:)

~ “Let me keep my distance,  always,  from those who think
they have all the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say,
‘Look!’ and laugh in astonishment
and bow their heads.”
– Mary Oliver

“Every day I see or hear something
that more or less kills me with delight,
that leaves me like a needle in a haystack of light.”
– Mary Oliver.

(thanks for being gracious to me about my gone-time;
i love and appreciate you big)

 

A new little word to celebrate…..

I’ve listened curious for my one little word;
it’s all I want to pack as I head into each new trek around the sun
and I like to pack light so I wait for the word like a gift that will come
rather than trying on a whole slew of them to see what might fit.
I headed out of the last year so exhausted that I really didn’t care
if another word popped up out of the frozen ground or not.
I felt spent.  Tuckered.  Thoroughly poured out.
Had to squint through the haze to remember what my word for last year even was.
Oh yeah ~  “All”  ~  Figures:)

This January has been a deep resting place for me.
I’ve relished every ounce of quiet.
In the past,  a word swirls in like a feather on a breeze.
No feathers this year.  No breeze.  No desire for either.
Just please let me be still a while longer,  wrapped up warm in a quilt
from everything I lost last year, still dinged and stinging from disappointment.
I just needed sweet,  healing rest.  Life offered, and I took it up grateful.
Then I woke up hungry,  as if from a long,  long nap,
and it seemed like the universe leaned in and kindly asked “so what are you hungry for?”
Usually it’s marshmallows:)

But what rumbled up from my deep was the surest word I’ve ever heard.
Celebrate.

I want to celebrate.
To really thrill and tell.
Not just notice and smile,
but to mark my pleasure in a counting-out-loud kind of way.
I don’t know if this is the same thing as being grateful or not
but it feels rather like a muscle that I need to use
and it feels good to put my weight into it again.

So,  celebrate it is.
I’ll be  sharing the daily on Instagram for the next 365:)
In each one of them I wish you joy
in mad abundance!
And then a couple of shots more:)

“Astonishing material and revelation appear in our lives all the time.
Let it be.  Unto us,  much is given.
We just have to be open for business.”
– Anne Lamott

 

 

The swooning season….

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Hello November,
you great big beautiful blustery season
of harvest and homefires and holiday.
I love your generous,  engaging way
and your early lamplit evenings,
the deeper sleeps beneath the blankets
and your uncanny gift for drawing chairs up closer around the table.

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I love what you do to my heart,
stoking gratitude burning bright and sending me tumbling again
head over heels in love with the ones I love already
but focused in rich and stronger somehow.
You churn up celebration
in the hard business of living
and I appreciate the way you set me to swooning
over the stuff I sometimes forget to see and count and savor.

Here you come again,
the gathering season.
Welcome,  you,  with all my heart:)

(yeah,  I’m an appreciator,  so this month is strength and sweetness to my soul;
 I’d love to give away two copies of my November zine….the gratitude issue…..to the someone
whose name I draw next week.  Leave a comment and I’ll send you one to keep and one to give away.
With much,  much love)

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“I want my everyday to make God belly laugh,  glad that He gave life to someone who loves the gift.”
-Shauna Neiquist

 

Homefires and holiday….

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November!
Hello,  you great big beautiful
blustery,  generous,  appreciative, rich-hearted
season of harvest and hay and holiday,
with your thankful, engaging way.
Welcome,  with your early firelit evenings
and deeper sleeps beneath the blankets,
your uncanny gift for drawing children home
and chairs up closer around the table.

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I love what you do to my heart,
stoking homefires and sending me tumbling again
head over heels in delicious,  grateful, honest love
with those I love already but focused in stronger somehow.
Celebration….that’s what you churn up
in the hard business of living
and I honor the way you send me swooning
over stuff I sometimes forget to see and count and savor

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So now here you come again with your easy,  humble way,
the gathering season.

And I’m gathering treasured moments from the year
and making art in celebration
for the hearts that encourage mine
to thump grateful and dig deeper and laugh louder and live truer.

That includes,   of course,  you,  dearheart.
I’d love to send each of you something that I make up  special
just for you personally but the hours won’t have it
so I’ll do a little drawing for one name each week this month
from the comments
….just say hello
and you’re in the drawing for some handwritten,   homemade love.

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And please knoweach of you,  how very rich and beautiful
and nourishing you help make my journey.
I’m honored and thankful to share the road with you.

“Thanksgiving.  For the uncomplicated happiness of babies
and friendship and food.
And for the complicated joys that come from loss,
from failure,  from reaching the bottom and pushing back up
to the light.”
-Shauna Niequist