Rising a ruckus of joy…..

blog seeds
Happy freshborn hope,
fierce bounty of more-than-enoughness
breaking through debt so dark and deep and despairing
that the hollow cave seems to bellow out a fountain of light
all shimmering like jellybeans and jazz;

happy glass-ceiling-smashing,
big-fat-lie-dashing,
turning bitter waters sweet again
as burden-flinging,  freebird-singing Love
draws near to heal and nuzzle,
freeing mind,  untangling puzzle,
the music down inside rumbling low

until it’s rising and riffing a ruckus of joy,
this big tenderness swallowing up the whole of my shame,
with all that resurrection running through my fingers
grubby from the stain and paint and chocolate and soil of living
and it doesn’t matter,  never mattered,
because still I can lean in and listen to living love
rain feather soft over my hunger

until I melt and mellow
like yellow peeps over a campfire
into the warm embrace of strong shepherd arms
and how this soothes and softens and settles and solutions
and satisfies,
raising me from the dead stuff I’ve believed
and loving me back to life
in all my parts and places.

blog copters
I disappeared for a week,  didn’t I.
It’s planting season and I’m dawn to dusk dirty and sore and just a tad overwhelmed.
It will pass.
And, hey I’d love to send a copy of the April issue of my Ripplesongs
to whichever name I draw from the comments you leave this week.
Everloving thanks for rolling through the changes with me:)

 

blowing grateful bubbles….

bobbing to the surface now
after being rolled by a rogue wave of fatigue
that seized and slammed me low
spinning  me dizzy,
whitewater pressing down heavy,
slow panic setting in

when the tumbling tossed me a memory
….little girl me standing in the breakers
full face to the foam,
arms stretched wide
and waiting to be  swept up and under.

I LIKED being scooped up
and tossed into tumble,
rolling like an otter and delivered to the shore
laughing with the freedom of it all.

And so again I’m letting go,
relaxing into the shoreline roll
and coming up laughing,
still sputtering and blowing grateful bubbles for the wonder of:

~these dandy little drops of Vitamin D
…..turned my vicious little heart attacks of a hot flash
into warm flushes.
hormonal happiness!
(big thanks to Kathy of Paper Pumpkin for her gem of advice!).

~raw honey, new breeze,  fresh whispers and busy angels,

~loving comfort singing my name,
gathering the pieces that I am
and putting them back together in all the right order

and even when it’s not all right,
it’s alright.

“The world is all gates,  all opportunities,
all strings of tension waiting to be struck.”
R.W. Emerson