Like prayer flags in the wind….

Sharing some of the fresh doors dancing open
during a time when fear and grief rattle the windows.
Some pickings from my gratitude garden:

~ For the sweet taste of clean in the city air.

~ That it feels as if my life has stopped hemorrhaging busyness
and if Springtime has ever been this deeply beautiful before
I sure was zipping past some of the aroma.

~ For the re-think of every little thing I think I need from the store.
The resourceful stretch of that pause.
And also the thrill of need met – the absolute joy
of chives from the garden and that bar of soap from my camping bag.

~ The slow-down and re-center of
don’t lose yourself in the news,
be concerned but not consumed.
and listen deep for Truth instead of blindly buying what they’re selling.

~ Painted pages drying like prayer flags on the clothesline.

~ The sweetness of moms and dads in the forest
with their kids kicking rocks and stacking stones
and laughing with the river as she sings them her wild songs.
It does my heart good to see un-busy kids
soaking up their lessons.
And dear memories stirred of the childhood I gave my own.
(way imperfect but with stones and stories and moss and breezes – lots)

~ the re-visit to unpack and wield some of the tools
I gained while learning how to grieve well –
the holding of paradox  with one wing stretched wide with the pain
and one wing stretched wide with celebration of the beauty,
the beauty that always pulses in every sorrow.
The fresh inspire to stretch wider those wings.
Because flying.

~ The fresh ache of love when we can’t be there to hold and help
my Dad in hospital,
the fresh courage mustered to pick him up and take him home,
again and again,
to settle and see to his care while all of us so exposed,
feeling so vulnerable to the dragon that breathes fire
and how sharp the aliveness becomes
when uncertainty looms so large.

~ For good-smelling things like cinnamon and cilantro and hamburgers on the grill.
(I shall hate the smell of Lysol until I die)

~ The bigger, slower chunks of time to build something new,
to brave new paths,
find fresh ways,
and see with clearer eyes.
To defy.  To shatter.  To dare in a new direction.

“I don’t want to get to the end of my life
and find that I lived just the length of it.
I want to have lived the width of it as well.”
– Diane Ackerman

Congratulations to Jeanie of Marmalade Gypsy – we drew your name for the giveaway this week!
I’ll be sending your package along post haste.
With well washed hands.

Offering up another giveaway this week – this time a cute little purse or backpack sized art journal;
these have become my favorites -so eclectic and inspiring
Leave a comment and I’ll plunk your name in the hat to draw next Wed for a little love bomb.
Be well and brave,  friends.

Comments

  1. Love the dance of your heart. Sweet cleansing zephers which accept the sad and the bad, and grace us with beauty, with kindness and with the perfume of gratitude.

    • Thank you, Sue – I feel as if you’ve written me a world of poems:)
      This one is astonishingly beautiful – much thanks:)
      -Jennifer

  2. This time of isolation has been a gift to saver even with the pain of separation. It has been a time of slowing down and deeper prayers and gratitude for me too.
    Stay well and safe.
    Hugs, Julia

    • It’s been such a paradox, hasn’t it.
      So many gifts in the breaking down and falling apart.
      I love resilience. And also grieve the losses.
      Grateful for your read, Julia,
      Jennifer

  3. I love this so much more than I can say. Your words remind us to grab life and be grateful for every single second of it, even the hard ones! I think, I hope, we have all learned many things during this time. I know I have.

    Speaking of grateful, I am grateful AND delighted to have been the winner of your giveaway! Take your time — I will be excited no matter when it arrives!

    • Grab life and be grateful – i love those words:)
      Yes, every second. Even the painful ones. Yes, it’s been a master’s class, hasn’t it.
      Glad to put it on a fast pony to you tomorrow:)
      Be well,
      Jennifer

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