Time twirling…
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| early rising quince |
I’ve been wishing
for more sand
in my
hourglass,
that there was more
day
at the end
of
each turning.
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| early rising forsythia |
Or that I was one of those
wiry women,
light and sprightly,
who seem to lilt along
on just a few
hours
of sleep.
I’ve tried
to be
her.
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| early rising peach blossom |
I love the early mornings
for a few days.
and I wonder
why I’d given up
why I’d given up
on 5:30 a.m.
The feeling
is
euphoric!
And then I hit a wall.
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| early rising crabapple |
Not like a fairy
or firefly either.
Not a dainty bump
or boink
.
No, I hit the wall hard
like a drunken sailor
with lead feet.
It’s discouraging.
But with our business tugged
out of hibernation
weeks sooner this year
by the wildly early warming,
my hourglass seems short
on sand.
Please
dance
with me,
Father Time.
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| early rising daffodils |
Right here and now,
surrounded by unfinished,
undone things
please sway with me,
hugged up close
to I AM.
to I AM.
I want to let go
and flow,
the sands of time
between my toes,
and feel relentless hours
yield
and stretch
and give
as if my twirling
pulls them like taffy
until long
and strong
and thin.
and thin.
I want to quit struggling
against the sand,
against the sand,
and trust the One
who sifts it thin
to press my cheek to His chest instead,
and dance through time
and dance through time
with the Ancient of days
and lean my ear
against His heart
beating out
an early rising rhythm
(stretch-stretch…stretch-stretch
an early rising rhythm
(stretch-stretch…stretch-stretch
….stretch-stretch)and whispered
words of wisdom
….Be.
~just let it be.
….Be.
~just let it be.
……..*always* so *amazingly* *miraculously* timely………
you will never know what a *Gift* you've been to me, Jen……
*so* *very* *Grateful* once again…
Liz
"the sand of time between my toes"…
oh jennifer, your writing is always so beautiful! & so is your painting/wowie!!
well dear, i write you in the 4 am hour…interestly enough here about time..
sleep does not come easily for me & i have clunky feet about such matters too..no fairy flight about that! so we tread time together, my sweet friend. loooove to you. xox
I feel your pain! A few days of too little sleep, life begins to feel like sludge, but you said it so much more expressively 🙂 Interesting that the hibernation months were cut short and there is a fresh flow of revenue coming in, God's providing hand at work?
whether we are ready or not…
such beauty and comfort in blooming things.
the spring in this dance defies time …
I pray God will stretch your time and refresh your body while you sleep so that you will never miss the hours you thought you needed……….
All the colors are so beautiful and always bring such a sign of hope with them……hope for all that a new season can offer to both body and soul…..
Beautiful picture you did…….Jen, I love my cards beyond measure….I am going to put them in my studio and when I look at them I will think about you a sweetheart straight from the Master's Hand….
Hugs
Dearest Jen, the sketches are wonderful and display more of the feelings in your words. May the Lord bloom mightily inside you dear one. Refreshing your soul spirit and mind. Blessings and hugs.
Beautiful words and interesting to see your plants and ours at such similar stages.
i read . then reread . shaking my head and wondering which fills me most ..the breadth of the words or the depth of the images .. both… ok just both . thank you !!
Jen,
I know I'v visited your blog before. Today, I hung out for awhile. Your words really sang to me … so colorful and vivid. Your art is amazing!
hugs!
Oh… do I ever hear you, Jennifer! I want so badly to be up at the break of dawn. It's the very best time. I want to stay up late and get things done, create into the wee hours. I did that at one time….. what happened? When I try to push myself against my current natural rhythm, it's just so hard. I guess I'll simply go with the flow and be in this place for now.
xo
dulcy