River she keeps rolling….

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Sometimes it cuts through sudden,   the blade of old ache,
so sharp it slices into the tender parts of who we are;
funny how a season soaked in merry-making
can shake loose the pain,
send it fumbling  from where it lay buried alive
and this,  too,  is gift

because sometimes in the wreckage we settle too soon
and the nails we drive to prop us up
can become the cages we can’t shake

But river Love,  she keeps rolling
a healing,  cleansing tide,
a swell of  saving connection
showing the worth and weight of our life

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And river she holds the strength and supply,  the secrets,  the stories,  the songs,
pulsing and swirling and telling
you are cherished and seen….you belong.

What if we don’t numb it back down,  braveheart,
when low thunder of grief starts to roll
remember what our true selves long for,
feel again what our hearts used to know
we were born for those wild living waters
so whatever the season may bring

just lean,  really lean,
simply lean your way in,
wade out from the shoreline or leap into the deep,
Love is the river and keeper and giver
the flying,
the thriving,
the wings.

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You are very much embraced
even when all is not merry or bright.
Lean into it.

“Love is the one thing we’re capable of perceiving
that transcends time and space.”

-from Interstellar

I want to give away a copy of my December issue of Ripplesongs,
the holiday issue.
Leave a comment and you’re in for the drawing:)
With a whole lot of love.

bird in a skyfull of love….

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My heart is full of river and sky
and apple blossom and newborn green,
of leaves uncurling buttery soft
and smelling still not of this world
and it’s a fresh breeze I’m breathing
as the sun shines soft on the field of dreams I carry inside.

My business is busy and my foot is mending
but i’m protecting a chunk of time each day
to throw my love into a project that has my heart
sliding off my sleeve into handmade books I’m making for each of my kids
to give when birthdays blossom in June
and I’m feeling the passion of packing a care package
I want their hearts to carry for the rest of their days

with so much love I’m a bird in flight with a mighty soar
and coming awake and alive all the more
and it’s tilling up some fields of change
making art and cobbling together words for these.

It’s funny how high you can fly when you’re full up wildly in love.
It’s in the love,  isn’t it
…..love is the flying.

I’m scooping up the edges of my ragamuffin prayers
and wrapping them around you,  too,
that you’ll hear your name in the whispering light
and feel it inside that you matter so big,
you,  all beautiful with belonging,
a twinkle in the eyes of God,
a sight worth seeing,
a song worth singing,
a bird in a skyfull of love.

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“The only true currency in this bankrupt world
is what we share with someone else
when we’re uncool.”
-from Almost Famous

a heartfull of hymn….

 

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For rivers and fountains and leaves and fields
and bulbs and seeds and stories and songs
and all the ways that love pours in
when hope holds open the door,
I whisper thanks,

and for flight and flutter and drift and dance
and all the ways that family happens,  that art happens,
that rest and freedom and hope happen…..for all that inspires,
I sing it out loud,  thanks,

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for starshine and moonlight and candles burning slow,
for electricity and clean windows and reading glasses
and lamps softly glowing and my favorite sunbeam on the stairs,
I’m grateful all the more,

and for the light that leads me to the ones I need
and to the ones who need something of me,
for the feeling of an open road,  the fierce mystic restoration of  forgiveness
and for every shade and tone and color and hue,
for both and also and yet and still
and right on time,
I belt it out,   thank you,

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for the ways we become more peaceful,  more playful,  less prickly
as time and grace and trouble flow across our rough edges
and iron sharpens iron
and we change and disentangle and grow,
for the unexpected lift when all we could see was
a slow,  dark climb,
for all the ways that provision can come  and surprise
I’m twirling here…..thanks,

That this journey is messy and ours and thick with mystery
and none of it wasted,
for love…..that love is the flying,
I hurl it,  fling it,
sing it out,  dance and swing and whoop it loud
from the bottom of this heart of mine,  I give it now,
thanks.

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“Can you stand in the stillness,  in the stillness can you stand,
cause you’ll always dream of flying
but everybody lands,
in this world full of voices  screaming in your ear,
only in the quiet will you hear

You are loved,  you are golden
and the circle won’t be broken
when you sail into the shadow of the storm.
We are sons,  we are daughters
in this world of troubled waters,
just hold on,   just hold on
you are loved,  you are golden.”
-Amy Grant

I’ll be sending a bounty of love to the deeply beautiful  rachel awes
whose name I drew this morning.
Again this week and all month,  if you stop and say hello,  I’ll plop your name
into the drawing at the end of the week
for another “love bomb”
(aren’t happy packages in the mail just the best!)

a long, slow twirl….

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I wish you rich,  sweet rest,

the kind that feels
like a long,  slow twirl
to the sound of silence singing.

a little twirling
is a lot good
for a tired soul:)

“Everything changed the day she realized
there was exactly enough time
for the important things in her life.”
-Brian Andreas