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.
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.
“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.”
(I’ll be sending two of the November issues of my little zines, Ripplesongs,
to dear, nourishing Susan Etole.
Such a treasure, that one:)