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

the soft soil of eden….

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Hello Summer just begun and year half done,
large friendly hum of the warm breath of morning,
a freshborn season for loving and squeezing,
and drinking deep of long days turned ripe and jeweled
like the pearly mounds of berries at the farm stand
fresh picked and still mottled with earth

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hello rolling skies and silky rays painting dusk with soft sighs of rest,
lilies and wild things breezing along the roadways
and love songs and light shows riding on the clouds,
cool water splashing fat drops of mercy and tugging the too-hot from me,
joy, and lift and belly laughs,  sweet bath of sunshine and sea,

hello rustle of green and willow and blanket spread beneath the trees,
for soaking and sifting and basking and being
in the places inside where our  hearts are still tending
the sweet, soft soil of eden.

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Really,  I hope this season is a hello to restoration
in every way your heart is wilding for,
some fresh sweet freedom in your wanting-spacious places.
Yeah,  I hope Summer splashes you good:)

“Hello,  sun in my face,
hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields….”
-Mary Oliver

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I’ve got 5 happy little packages wrapped and ready
for the 5 names I drew
(I wish I could send one to each of you….will offer another giveaway soon with Ripplesongs July)
Please message me with your addresses, dears!
~Amanda Fall,  Simone,  Wanda,  Lynn Wilkinson,  and Anita.
Love and smooches all around.

 

fresh wings…..

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I want dreams that don’t drive me,
vision that isn’t urgency,
and wings that don’t tremble
with go.

“I don’t want to end up having simply
visited this world

-Mary Oliver

 (I’m taking a small slice of time
to slip away from my everydayness
but I’ll be here each day with a short,
just the same.)

choosing to cherish…

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“I miss Dolly,”  her faint voice trembled
with over ninety years of love and loss,
her tiny frame seated near my kneeling down
as I planted the blooms that will keep her company
in the living and letting go.

Her goodbyes have been a long and steady stream,
husband,  siblings,  family and friends
…so many graveside goodbyes,
sitting small now in the yard,  wistful eyes tugging at memory
and searching the windows of Dolly’s house empty next door
still unsold and looking  painful hollow.

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I listened to the homesick  sound her heart made
and clucked soft and pulled weeds from Dolly’s bed,  too,
so the lonely wouldn’t grow so tall
and filled Sara’s  bowl with attention and fresh water
and “I hear you” and “I care”
and made sure the flowers will sing her their sweetest songs

and packed up my tools and the wisdom
that is her gift to me,
this freshly fertilized choice to cherish
and I tuck it in close to heart as I drive away
and hear it deep down,
hear it clear and strong:
Appreciate
Show up.
Don’t waste this.

Life is shorter than our busy days can make it seem.
Be here now.

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“To live in this world,  you must be able to do three things.
To love what is mortal,  to hold it against your bones
knowing your own life depends on it,
and when the time comes to let it go,
let it go.”

-Mary Oliver