Daughters of the dew….,

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(a love letter to that bit in each of us that can feel driven, at times, to try too hard)

You’re fresh drop of dew from the morning of all that is good,
born to dance in the sunlight and dream dreams that grow up
around you like flowers in the rain
in a world that goes dry
and cracks the earth where you scatter your seeds,
wet by tears that you cry in the night.

And when the rains come you can lose yourself for trying
hard to make something happen when your seed goes into the deep,
because it can feel a little naked when they go missing from sight.

“Just rise,”
I hear the rumble from our hollows,
places that can feel a little like drowning while others seem to look on unconcerned,
a bit alone because you feel a need they cannot see
and your mad struggle can jerk fistfuls of their hair
so that they back away in the dark.

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Listen,  little dewdrop,
you can’t feel it in the push and wrestle,
but if you lose the claw and grapple,
and go still just beneath your shoulders,
you’ll feel them there…….firm hands of support.

You’re not drowning as it may seem.
And nowhere near alone.

Always they’ve been there,  these loving arms,
felt only by those who stop thrashing
and find that they don’t sink
because buoyancy endures what we fear
and you were born for these wild waters,
made to rise and float and ride.

Let go your demand of the being beside you
and let yourself be supported in the only way they know
because when you stab your need at them
it drives a wedge  you may not even mean
and you may both miss out on the bloom.

We’re meant to travel these wilds together,
seen and celebrated sisters,
a collective. life-giving dew.
Rise,  friend.
Rise.

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“Survivors have to work hard to live each day and to make something new
out of seemingly nothing.  A client told me that no one understands this about her.
All she must muster from moment to moment.
Without propulsion behind us,  it can feel futile to thrust forward.
Stuck in gravity
Yet there is an alternative called magnetic levitation.
This is where great stuff is made.  Magnetic fields can make possible
flying cars,  floating cities,  and hovering trains.
Big things emerge when we rise above our circumstances.
You really can be lifted up.
The thing is,  your star,  while set in a storm,  might just shake out to be spectacular.”
– Rachel Awes,
from her fabulous book The Great Green Okayness
http://www.rachelawes.com/



I’ll be sending out a little love bomb to Jeanie of Marmalade Gypsy this week.
I love this stuff:)  Drawing another name from this weeks comments
for a fresh handwritten,  homemade package
from my heart to yours.
It’s joy when you come around!

Comments

  1. Lynn Wilkinson says

    Like breathing fresh air that touches and slightly burns the lung…
    Jenn, being reminded that this struggle is never done alone and can not (or should not) be done with thrashing and pushing…
    I forget sometimes that life is unfolding as it should and push so hard sometimes that my heart breaks from the struggle.
    You, like you always do, deliver words of wisdom and comfort that puts God back into the perspective of that unfolding and I can nit push against or toward, that one thing my heart so desires. Thank you. I miss your monthly mailing full of love and courage. Now I look forward to your emails.
    I love you sweet woman and I love your love for God and how you love people.

    • jennifer says

      I’m soooooo glad to hear from you, Lynn;
      I understand the struggle you speak of, in a big way.
      We share that:) Soon as planting season is done, I’m
      bringing something brewing on my heart back and there will be
      monthly mailings and I can’t wait to tell you about it!
      Thanks for your kind, generous way, Lynn:)
      Big hugs,
      Jennifer

  2. Always beautiful! I love seeing you in my inbox.

  3. Oh my! How exciting! Thank you!

    And thank you for this deeply insightful look into our psyche and nailing so perfectly what so many of us (certainly I) do. Your words are an encouraging reminder that we sometimes struggle so hard when we should just gently move on and be aware that we are not alone. This is indeed one of my favorites of all your posts (and it would be — even if you drew someone else’s name last week!)

    What a gift you have — combining the right words and images and quotes to makes us go “Whew…”

    • jennifer says

      I love getting to share my own “whew!”
      It’s usually the “whew” that sets me to writing:)
      Cheers to us and our collective whews,
      Jennifer

  4. “firm hands of support…not drowning …and nowhere near alone.”, ever the gifted encourager and messenger of abiding faith.
    So amazed by your stunning ‘package of love’ that arrived in the mail this week. Tender caring that I am beyond words to thank you for. May your days be blessed in kind.

    • jennifer says

      So glad your package found you, Lisa;
      I appreciate your encouraging way:)
      Thanks for coming around and shining the way you do,
      Jennifer

  5. These words sent chills down my back…”We’re meant to travel these wilds together,
    seen and celebrated sisters, a collective. life-giving dew. Rise, friend. Rise.” You have such a way…

    • jennifer says

      Thanks for the kindness you carry and share, Robin;
      I love that we get to share our journeys:)
      -Jennifer

  6. Your soul shining words here today remind me of an important quote that’s been in my note book for years … When I stop struggling, I float. It is the law.

    I love being part of your sweet sister hood and these beautiful images light up my world. xo

    • jennifer says

      When I stop struggling, I float. I like that:)
      It’s funny how I can practically drown myself in the fray, sometimes:)
      Thanks for your beautiful share, you:)
      -Jennifer

  7. Beautiful are our perfect imperfections and our thrashings that leads us into flight, beautiful sunshiny flight. xoxo

    • jennifer says

      Thanks for coming by, Kimber; happy sunshine and flight to you:)
      Hope it’s a beautiful soar,
      Jennifer

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