The wild of wind and willows….


It’s been a strong wind stirring up
the undersides of my leaves
in the wild way of spirit
when she moves to kiss the pink
back into white knuckles clenched
and it’s beautiful how she calls me out to hear the whoosh and whisper,
to walk out farther into the big open field of my heart
and lay me down beneath the willows

because sometimes you can’t un-hurt people with your simple words.
Sometimes you can’t un-break things.
Sometimes you have to put your hand on the cracked bowl of your heart
and just let it be wide and hollow,
filling up with mystery in the way you welcome something that you treasure.
To cherish your own space.


To pat your hand lightly on your being
and cluck “you can’t fix this”
and let the soft brush of the willow branches
sing their way over you
the way things that don’t go brittle do.

They bend and billow and ride the wind
and whisper that I can,  too.

I wish you her willowy way,
to stand strong into your softness,
into the full of your own skin.
To be the whole and all
of you.

“Breathe into being kind.  Grow into your substantive heart.
Embrace your vulnerability,  courage,  and might.
Walk forward with your whole being.
Be all this,  but please don’t be nice.
Nice is small.
It implies pretending no other layers exist.
It can’t hold hungry children or fishermen in their boats.
Nice arms will break and nice vessels will sink.
Only what’s real can be strong.
Only what’s true can hold empathy.”
– Rachel Awes
(From her magnificent new book The Great Green Okayness)

I drew the name Leigh Eades from the hat this week.
Will be sending a little package of handmade love her way.
Dropping more names from this week’s comments
into the drawing for next week.
Willowy love to you all!



  1. How beautiful is your willowy poetry Jennifer. I think I would like to stand under your busy willow tree and let it tickle me on the shoulders until it sooth all my stress away.
    Have a beautiful weekend my friend.

    • I love willowy things, too, Julia:)
      Wishing you a soothing time of it, friend.
      May the winds be especially friendly,

  2. Thank you.
    I needed to read this today. My heart is aching for a precious relationship which is broken. Irretrievably broken.
    And I needed to rmember the soft caress of willows. Weeping willows. Healing willows.

    • Healing willowy winds blow soft across your ache and heal the wounded places.
      I hold your broken heart with tender care and speak kindness and healing over
      every piece and part. Peace and solution, friend.

  3. So beautiful…those images and words…as I child I loved all of our willow trees on the farm. Exactly how you described…flowing in the wind and my little hands reaching up to hold onto a few as it took me from one place to another…

    • It’s been wind in the willows around here….something freeing about watching them dance.
      I loved how my daughter would weave the willow branches into little wreaths and wear them
      around her wrists like bracelets. Found them everywhere:) I still cherish one she made me.
      Wishing you willowy ways,

  4. Beautiful shots of the willow tree – and even more lovely words!

    • Thanks, Fi. I love that we get to share
      the loveliness all around us. Grateful for
      the beauty you offer,

  5. Wow. Breathtaking. Literally. You are a beautiful artist. Love you, k

    • So much thanks for your kind share, Kathy.
      I’m loving the idea of your love letters….so wildly inspired:)

  6. I feel the softness and strength from the willows as they begin anew in spring….the images are stunning to match your heartfelt words….there is a peace to think these branches can cradle me.

    • Softness and strength….I love the both-ness of it all.
      So glad we don’t live in an all or nothing universe.
      Wishing you a strong and soft cradling,

  7. Wisps of wind, breath of God, words that warm a cold ache… beautiful

  8. I love this: I wish you her willowy way,
    to stand strong into your softness,
    into the full of your own skin.
    To be the whole and all
    of you.
    I love this more than I can say. Thank you Jennifer. I also appreciate knowing about the new book you showcased. I’m going to buy a copy. Wishing you springness every which way.

    • Thanks, Susan:) Excited to hear your heart after you experience Rachel’s:)
      Such a bright spark, she is.
      Glad for the springing and wishing you a double portion,

  9. I love your words and images of the willow tree, strong and soft, flexible, but rooted. Thank you!

    • Strong, flexible and rooted…..I love that.
      It’s what I want:)
      Thanks for the sweet share,

  10. They whisper…I can, too!
    Yes, I can!

  11. Susan Farris says

    Those pictures! You’ve captured the essence of spring my friend.

    • Thanks for sitting beneath the trees with me:)
      I love the way they do:)
      I appreciate you coming by, Susan; thank you!

  12. To cherish your own space. Yes. Your words always find me at the perfect time.
    And I’m loving Rachael’s book!
    Happy Springing,

    • I’m so glad you’re into the great green okayness, too:)
      Love the small bites…fits me so well.
      Love to you and your space,

  13. I don’t need my name drawn. I just want you to know how lovely you are! <3


  14. Beautiful willows, I always felt so protected underneath them as a child and remember this being the first times I understood about sacred, personal space which I still cherish so much. I also cherish you and your wise, wondrous words that you send out so fiercely and freely … xoxo

    • So glad to share willow space with you, friend:)
      It’s magical down here, isn’t it:)
      Thanks for being such an amazing listener.

  15. Joan creasy says

    The book that’s inside you HAS to be published, Jen! Your poetry is beautiful and poignant! The world needs to hear and see what’s in your heart. Love you. Lady! Mom

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