A vivid December wind scrolls clouds across the early morning sky
and somehow it heals the tired of me,
all this living in longing to do life simple,
to gather up the edges of my hope
and shake it out hard so I can lose the fluff
and draw up solid around me what remains,
like a blanket in the night
and feel it thump comfort
warm against my chest
and it’s a strong shot of courage that there is a bright hope
and I don’t want to forget that for a minute.
There is a lot I want to remember right now,
~that it’s not time wasted,
soaking in the presence of Love,
that basking is productive.
~that there are angels ready and willing
and watching and waiting,
just listening for a prayer.
~that prayer is so much like gardening,
it’s almost too simple,
(doesn’t much appeal to busyness and bustle)
it’s easy dance with Spirit that plants and weeds and waters
no matter how haphazard or unique to you.
(that listening is prayer, too)
~that there is enough;
enough to have and be all we’re meant for
without cutting into someone else’s goodness.
~that when we spend ourselves
throwing wood on the fire of joy in this sad world,
sometimes even belly-to-the-ground
blowing hard on graying coals,
shivering and heartsick for flame
in the cold wind of living,
it’s a beautiful thing and it matters.
In fact, it shrieks light against the dark
and, whatever else this season is about,
I want to string more twinkle lights lonely places
because I’m not interested in being cool;
what gets my heart onto paper and wrapped in words
are those moments when we’re decidedly uncool,
when our hearts are hanging out there on our sleeves unguarded
and it’s all just raw and real and true.
I want to remember to say it, the love, when I wonder if I should,
to give it when I think maybe I might,
to be crazy generous in these tightfisted times.
Because life is too short to be cool;
I want a red hot love raging strong against the bitter cold and dark.
“The only true currency in this bankrupt world
is what you share with someone else
when you’re uncool.”
-from “Almost Famous”
So glad to be sending a copy of my December issue of Ripplesongs
to Lady Fi;
so grateful to her for the beauty she shares and shines
(please message me, friend, with your address)