Badlands and bounty and loving it all……

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I took a week away unplanned because I was spent from tugging some story into words
and then I lost my faithful little sidekick,  Lucy,  and I needed to hold some quiet
around me soft while my heart sat with it all for awhile.
In all of my remembering,  I met again the word that found me at the new year.
I’d danced with several.
The one that wanted to come home with me was so bold and sure of itself
that I could only smile and take it’s hand
and go.

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And so began a year of leaning in to be brave enough
to learn to live from the all of me.
With all of my heart.
Even when I feel the hiss that I’m too loud,  too expressive,  too ebullient,
too much.
Be the all of me,  anyway.
For all of my life.
Give it my all.

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Always.
All day long.
Leave it all on the table.

Lucy lived this little word in a big way
and we loved her for it.
And so I welcome again the gifts in the grieving,
both the side that hurts hard
and the side that celebrates the beauty and wonder
and laughter that she gives us still
where we hold her in our stories.

Life is a bounty
and I want to live it all.

I’ll be back next week with a fresh batch of words
strung together just for you.
Wishing you all the joy your heart can possibly hold,  friend.
And a couple of measures more.
A cup-runneth-over type situation:)

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“Hope knows that pain does not get the last word.”
– I’m not sure who said this
but I like it.  A lot.

I’m giving away a package that I’ve added to my quiet little etsy store
– a soul spa,  of sorts.  It’s given me such joy to make and write and send these out
that i want to offer them up to anyone who wants.
I’m plumping them up and letting them sing a little louder now:)
Leave a comment and I’ll draw a name next weekend.
With much love.

What I’ve been grazing and grooving on……

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I’ve been squeezing the last drops of juice from January,
the one month each year that sometimes feels like vacation
because our gardening business settles down for a long winter’s nap
and I can throw myself more into projects I’ve been saving for the big quiet
but this year has been cheeky,  as the sap is already rising,
and so I’ve been hours in the trees,   pruning,
and I’m sore from the hard and cold and a stiff sort of sleepy.

My blogging process looks a lot,  in my mind,   like gardening and cooking;
I tend what’s growing in my heart,  writing down snippets and making bites of art
and then gather the bits into bouquets
or cobble into soup or salsa or pie
to serve up fresh and in season here every week
(a small lyrical café,  I imagine:))

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but I’m a wintery sort of tired this week up here pruning away
(and I skipped a week already,  didn’t I)
so I’m going to serve them straight up,  the munchies I’ve been grazing on,
the clippings of what I’ve been loving (like turnip greens and their sweet baby roots).
Feel free to snack on the whoosh and whisper of it all:

 ~ There’s  fierce beauty in spending less than we make.

~Urgency is rarely true,  and is always a lie when it’s compulsive.

~ We are –  all of us  –  lovely to God
(don’t let shame hiss at you otherwise)

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 ~  “Hope is a conclusion we stay in
as we hope our way through hopeless circumstances.”
-Robin MacMillan

~There is something profoundly and deeply right with each of us.

~it takes me back home to the healer of my heart,  whispering in the cold,  brave sunshine
how Love walked right into this thumping ache of mine,  went tenderly to the room
where I feel broken,  and moved in bearing balm and comfort and courage
and “where does it hurt?”
and when the wind outside was howling chaos,
became the greenhouse where my fiercest flowers grow.

~ “…the air a library and the record of every life lived,  every sentence spoken,
every word transmitted still reverberating in it.”
-Anthony Doerr’s  All the Light We Cannot See
(potent read and a terrible beauty)

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 I'll soon be down from the trees and back in my heart's kitchen,
 stirring up something hopeful yummy to serve
  but didn't want to go silent so long so here is my little offering.
Much love and light and lift to your astonishingly beautiful heart - xoxox
(little drawing to give away a copy of my February issue zine,  Ripplesongs;
 leave a comment
 and your name goes in the fuzzy hat)

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Sundown and trail’s end….

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As the sun sets on August
I feel wrapped in wonder and grateful relief
for the cool change that’s come.

It scared the bejeebers out of me,  the path I chose,
to dive into the why of my fatigue
and come back here each day to tell about it.
Just the idea of saying I’d show up here daily
and then go to work serving up a fresh scoop of my heart
in print,  where anyone could read it,  felt like jumping on a fast train
barreling away from the rest I ached for.

I had to shimmy past some panic each day,
to work and tug and sometimes wrestle the words out
but they came,  just the same,  and I found the something
I didn’t know I was looking for.
So grateful,  that.

It humbles me that another soul would take the time to come around
and read the things that I write down
and share the bounty of their heart with me.
I feel richer,  so much richer,  for that.

And,  hey,  if you’ll leave me a comment here,  or in yesterday’s post,
and let me know you’d let me gift you a bit of art I made as I was processing the month,
just some treasures from the trail,  I’d love to send you some love.

“Such love does the sky now pour
that whenever I stand in a field
I have to wring out the light when I get home.”
-St. Francis of Assisi

Thank you again for being a part.
(I’ll be back in a week)

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Sundown and trail's end….

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As the sun sets on August
I feel wrapped in wonder and grateful relief
for the cool change that’s come.

It scared the bejeebers out of me,  the path I chose,
to dive into the why of my fatigue
and come back here each day to tell about it.
Just the idea of saying I’d show up here daily
and then go to work serving up a fresh scoop of my heart
in print,  where anyone could read it,  felt like jumping on a fast train
barreling away from the rest I ached for.

I had to shimmy past some panic each day,
to work and tug and sometimes wrestle the words out
but they came,  just the same,  and I found the something
I didn’t know I was looking for.
So grateful,  that.

It humbles me that another soul would take the time to come around
and read the things that I write down
and share the bounty of their heart with me.
I feel richer,  so much richer,  for that.

And,  hey,  if you’ll leave me a comment here,  or in yesterday’s post,
and let me know you’d let me gift you a bit of art I made as I was processing the month,
just some treasures from the trail,  I’d love to send you some love.

“Such love does the sky now pour
that whenever I stand in a field
I have to wring out the light when I get home.”
-St. Francis of Assisi

Thank you again for being a part.
(I’ll be back in a week)

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feathers and stones…

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Tugging some  feathers and stones from my pack,
little treasures I’ve collected along the way
to show and share.
I wanted you to have something to keep,
a little handmade  gift that speaks,

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just a whisper
to remind you how you’re not alone
ever
and maybe help you feel  how much I’ve enjoyed
your company on the trail

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Let me know you’d like one of these
in a comment
and I’ll e-mail you back,
get your address
and send one on it’s merry way to you,
which ever one sings your name
to my heart:)

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I’ve got a glad bundle,
all handmade and different

(not just the ones in these pics…..a gazillion more)
so it’ll be fun to choose.
(choices…..God I love them!)

 Saunter on,  friend,  with all of your beautiful heart.

“The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains,
rivers, and cities;
but to know someone who thinks and feels with us,
and who,  though distant,  is close to us in spirit,
this makes the earth for us
an inhabited garden.”
-Goeth