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)

 

Grace for the busy, bumped and broken…..

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It’s been a bumpy,  broken-toe ride these weeks
and I’ve wiped out in the dark waves as much as I’ve ridden tall
during this busy, busy, busy season for our little mom and pop business.
We let it outgrow us this year and then lost some really stellar help
so this mom is having to dig down to the bellows of her being
to stay the course and keep our word to all the gardens we promised to tend
while the heat kept pounding and the rain refused to fall.
I’ve poured my heart onto paper filled with lists and long days
but haven’t patched them together to make anything to share over here with you.

So I’m just gonna show up and spill what grace I have from the broken bits that I am,
because it’s grace that’s holding me,
and I love the way it’s given ~ always ~ just as each fresh now arrives
That tomorrow looks a dread is only because it’s grace has not yet come.

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But it will come.  Sure as sunrise,   it will come.

Serving up some snippets for sipping during testy times:
(hope something fits)

“Shame is a bully,  but grace is a shield.  You are safe here.”  – Ann Voscamp

“You look at me and cry
everything hurts

I hold you and whisper
but everything can heal.”
– Rupi Kaur

“Tears are liquid prayers.”  – Robin McMillian

“Sometimes grace works like water wings when you feel you are sinking.”
– Anne Lamott

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“This grace is indiscriminate compassion.
It works without asking anything of us.
Grace is sufficient even though we huff and puff with all our might
to try and find something or someone it cannot cover.
Grace is enough.”
– Brennan Manning

“You can have the other words – chance,  luck,  coincidence,  serendipity.
I’ll take grace.”
–  Mary Oliver

“There’s nothing to prove and nothing to protect.
I am who I am and it’s enough.”
– Richard Rohr

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“When the rain is blowing in your face
and the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
to make you feel my love.”
– Bob Dylan

the dance of fully living….

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It’s coming on a shaking loose the stiff of shoulders tight with cold
and the wide outstretching of a thin ice sky,
the sweeping and springing up fronds of things greening,
unfurling,
un-dying,
uncurling into life

And I want to come unwrapped
to feel the sun on skin still pale,
to be lifted free of weary things,
go wide awake and fearlessly
stride right into the turn of earth as wildly she goes spinning,
boldly dipped and twirled into the dance of fully living

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I want to be scooped up
like a bird on currents gliding,
to ride the waves with bold abandon
instead of hiding
or numbing
or just not dying

as I sense the season greening,
turning slow into the springing
all this rolling,  warming,  peeping
my heart bellows to parts still sleeping
how I want to really live
while I’m alive.

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“When it’s all over,  I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular,  and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up having simply visited this world.”
-Mary Oliver

I so wish I could read this out loud to you…..could work the tech support necessary.
It’s meant for the hearing,  not the reading.
I will learn this skill,  I will.

of friendship and fountains….

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Do you know what I love?
I mean really,  really appreciate?
The everyday angels among us who coax our voices out of hiding,
love our trueness till it stands up tall,
and smile,  warmly doting,  at each tentative toddle.

The hearts that cut trails through intimidation,
helping lead other lives out of isolation and into community,
into that mystic beauty of knowing and being known.
I love that rare and nourishing thing,

 and am grateful for the living fountains who aren’t afraid to share and be seen,
aren’t hushed by the hiss that they’re too much.
I want to learn to be one of them…..to be brave in that way.

If I could heal just one disease,   it would be loneliness.

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Because we’re all unique treasures,
each of us a package of beauty and worth
mostly wrapped up tight and,
well,  it’s hard to unpack yourself.
Each of us needs.

(it’s our honor to need,  I think….not our shame)

If I dug up the roots of my deepest dreams
and looked real close at the taproot
I think maybe I’d discover
that I simply want to be a friend who loves and sees.

For many,  it’s coming on the lonely season
and I want to cultivate the kind of heart that feels a safe place to be,
to spend more time on the front porch of my life with the kettle ready to pour.
You’re welcome  to stop by and rest awhile.

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“When loneliness comes stalking,  go into the fields,
notice something you have not noticed before
– a lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world
– be good natured and untidy in your exuberance.
Live with the beetle,  and the wind.
This is the dark bread of the poem.
This is the dark,  nourishing bread.”

-Mary Oliver

(I’ll be sending two of the November issues of my little zines,  Ripplesongs,
to dear,  nourishing Susan Etole.
Such a treasure,  that one:)

seashell sigh….

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Barefoot heart on sand,  listening to treasures
say themselves over  tired places,
to the rhythm of mercy rolling back the tide
with gifts given up from the sea

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glistening with a thousand  years of morning
and the shining affection of a  limitless heart,
these tokens of tenderness
left by the deep.

*glad sigh*

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“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,  don’t hesitate.  Give in to it…..
don’t be afraid of it’s plenty.
Joy is not made to be a crumb.”
-Mary Oliver