Keep being wowed,
heaven blowing often kisses,
and because you’re watching,
you catch and let them woo you,
keeping palms up and heart open,
your romance with living alive.
Keep showing up to the table,
going soft to miracle and mystery,
to all the mundane glory
winking and whispering tender
over the unique heart
that it’s wilding to win.
(that’d be yours, m’dear)
You’re the prize, you know:)
I want to give away a copy of my fresh little creation I call Ripplesongs.
It’s a zine…..the September issue still warm from the oven.
It’s my passion to donate these to waiting rooms wherever people are hurting
and hungry for hope.
I hope this bold, roomy read feels like a walk through a beautiful garden, a strong shot of courage, a big gulp of air.
I’ll draw a name next week from the comments….please tell me where you’d maybe donate a copy
and I’ll send an extra and one for you, too.
With a whole heap of love.
“I like living.
I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable,
racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly
that just to be alive is a grand thing.”