I’m wrapping up a long and demanding growing season with Rivergreen, our family business and livelihood,
and it’s been a bumpy go, with me longing for change, body and soul.
I’ve been wading out deep in swirling waters, listening for the yes of what my heart is thumping,
and I’m answering a knocking and a nudge
to build something new, not with soil and seed and stone,
but with the words I love to cobble and craft into copy and stories and song.
I’m happiest there in the river, swept along and caught up in the flow,
choosing words like pebbles and sifting through rhythm
to paint pictures to share and to show.
It’s my growing joy to wordsmith for others, giving voice to their own heart’s rustle and rhyme,
until their story is fleshed out and finding big air,
and they’re hearing their own vein of song.
And I’m calling it Singing River, like the sound of Muscle Shoals,
because I feel the life-blood in my spirit,
the ripples, the current, the pulse.
And I carry a tenderness for the people
who lived here first.
Somehow part of my heart beats on a drum for them,
for recompense, for healing of the land,
for every way that a collective heart can be restored.
I want what I build and leave behind
to honor these, and the River who runs through it all.
Opening for business soon: The Singing River Wordshop.
Big dreams and baby steps:)
“So this, I believe, is the central question upon which all creative living hinges:
Do you have the courage to bring forth the treasures that are hidden within you?”