slipping soft into mystery
You know how sometimes the wishes your heart makes
fall so deep into soil,
covered over tight
like dormant little seeds,
bulging with aliveness
but so buried and forgotten
over the years since you ached them out
that it feels like finding a tearfully lost childhood treasure
just perched there,
along the shoulder of some unfamiliar road
as you’re driving by
and an ancient wistfulness turns your head
and the secret prayer you dreamed
is. just. sitting. there,
this haunting bloom
…heaven winking right at you with twinkling eyes
and it’s so much sweeter than when your heart whispered it out
because while the seed soaked and slept,
you softened
and your fear died
and the blossom bursts brighter
than a cherry lemon sundrop on a blister-hot day
and you pull over and climb out on this lonely country road,
your heart pounding over finding it here
as if it’s been waiting for you all along
and you turn around quick,
expecting someone in skin
but hear only crickets and the soft rustle of evening leaves
and some old song droning on the radio
and you can’t even think in “thank you”
because you’re wrapped so thick in mystery
that you just have to wear it
until the wonder climbs inside you
and becomes a part of the smile
that is the only word you can find.
You know how that is?
What if you let your heart remember forward
until it slips soft into the mystery
already in the making.
It’s nice in here.
it certainly is nice in here, friend.
love all your photos + hands full of mystery n dreams.
xox
“expecting someone in skin” is the line which grabbed me
and the image of the plums in your hand
two types of skin
flesh and fruit
Hi Jennifer, Wonderful blog! What a bright, breath of fresh air. Thanks again for stopping by!
Georgianna
Wow – delicious words and pictures. Do you eat words and phrases?
Your words weave magic and mystery and beauty and wistful dreams. Thank you, sweet lady!
“until the wonder climbs inside you”…….that line is how i try to live my life.
to find wonder everywhere i go and to let it settle within me….like a child 🙂
xo
Powerful, moving, inspiring. You move us with your words, you take us to those places in us all, we feel the brush of your words/images against our insides and come away the better for it.
Once spoken, your words do touch a deep place in us all and help us to see things we couldn’t express on our own….I hope your day reaps a full harvest of blessings…..
I don’t have the words to tell you how much this has moved me. Jennifer, with your permission, may I use your words in my art and share them on my blog?
Cannot say enough about your messages which are so timely and inspiring. Beautiful. Blessings.
Slip forward… I really am liking this. I love the feel of your words. I think this is a super favorite, Jennifer. It’s nice in here.
Aaaaaahhhhh…. That felt good!
thank you for sharing your heart ~~ there is such a special rhythm to your words and photos!
Beautiful…powerful…thank you!
What GORGEOUS and vibrant photographs! Love them!
while the seed soaked and slept,
you softened
and your fear died
and the blossom bursts brighter
than a cherry lemon sundrop on a blister-hot day
i reread this quite a few times…i just love those words and the image in my head…you’re amazing!!
i have found such a lovely nook to ease into this morning. i can’t thank you enough for that.
i adore you.
xo
beeee utifulll!!! your photos are gorgeous and inviting!! i’m jealous that you have a plum tree…xo happy wednesday to you, jennifer!! 🙂
Beautiful, Jen, just beautiful!!
So far I’m wrapped in your words, and that’s one of the mysteries I love to slip into 🙂
at 2:20am, these words wrap me in a snuggly blanket, brings peace to my soul and forces me to move away from my computer and tip-toe back to my warm bed. Thank you, Jen, and good-night … or should I say good-morning … yawn …
you write in pictures and your pictures tell stories. xxx
Jennifer:
I just can’t get over how wonderful you are! You have such a gift! Thank you for doing what you do!
your garden seems to be full of dreams…
I almost missed this wonder …
I’m reminded of the peony buds I picked too soon. Eager to see them bloom, I brought them in the house where they remain unopened … picked before their time.
It’s lovely to be here! You have a great way with words:):) and pictures speak volumes.
“…until the wonder climbs inside you
and becomes a part of the smile
that is the only word you can find….”
Ahhhh…you have the gift, my friend. You have the gift. xo
and an ancient wistfulness turns your head
and the secret prayer you dreamed
is. just. sitting. there,
this haunting bloom
…heaven winking right at you with twinkling eyes…
A word that comes to mind. Believe.
Thank you, k
My friend — how in the world do you think of such wonderful words as “remember forward” — Oh, I’ve been trying to do that, but I never could crystallize what that meant. You have such a gift, Jen. Not just for words, although the expression is flawless and important. But most of all, for the feeling and the vision and inspiration that allows those thoughts to exist and grow in the first place. Then come the words. Thank you.
Oh yes it is so nice in here, I felt myself relaxing as I read this post.
I just love those blue glass bottles! Gorgeous pictures.
I’m a little late in reading this but well worth it! What a wonderful way to start my day, thanks for sharing!
that it feels like finding a tearfully lost childhood treasure
just perched there,
I had forgotten that feeling. Thank you.