Of brilliance, bobble and belonging….

I’ve been sweet on the art of encouragement for as long as I can remember,
feeling somersaults of thanks for every bit of balm
that helps a soul get out of bed another morning and pull on fresh clothes
over dreams burned down to the nub.
Like gentle shoes for blistered feet,
so a broken heart can go on making fresh tracks in hard places anyway.
I’ve received them like clean cold water in hot swelter,  words
that give my bones a new song,
and breeze that makes my breath
churn fresh hope
and I love it
when someone
takes
the
time.

And so
I’ve cultivated this thing
until it blooms hardy in my garden
because I’ve struggled through drought
and have come to carry water everywhere I go.
I’ve felt it deep how a drink of clean healing river
can be tipping point in a full blown collision between life and death and
I’d drive a watertruck of it for you,  if I could – a freight train of encouragement
coming ’round the mountain of your dry places
until you’re filling up on love
that writes a stream of poems across your weary back,
easing air back into places that somehow forgot how to breathe.

I want to splatter it across the thirst of your sky,
a waterfall of welcome
for who you are,
that even in pain and conflict,
in the beauty and the bruising,
it’s sweet magic that you’re even here and this place just
wouldn’t be the music without you.

Wherever you are,  in whatever way,
I honor every thump of your heart
– such a beautiful rhythm.
And every brave step that you take or even weigh
that inches you toward your next have-a-go.

In the noise and gravel of this critical climate,
oh please hear your name called affectionate across the clamor
by smiling voice so choked up with affection
that it can’t keep quiet over the art of who you are.
Over all of your brilliance and bobbles
there hums a love too strong to be silenced,
and though it crackles across the static on the line,
it’s there for you to open like a letter from your long ago
and not yet
that in the quaking of this season
you are cherished,  held and seen.

Passing the note,  love ……..your belonging runs deep.


“I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic
than to love people.”
– Vincent Van Gogh

Another giveaway this week – I have some new journals to share
and want to offer up the first one to you.
Just plunk a comment in the box and I’ll draw from the names next week.
9I’m back from making something soon ready to share
and will be around regular again now:)

Comments

  1. HUGE thanks for your always positive, uplifting, striving self.
    Your authenticity (including the bent and bruised pieces of you ) means more than I have the words to express.

    • Thanks for loving on my bent and bruised parts:)
      Your heart makes mine light up and grin wide. I appreciate that.
      And you!
      – Jennifer

  2. Thank you for your beautiful words!

    • Hi Cathy,
      Thank you for being here – so good to read your words.
      I appreciate that you took the time. No small thing in this loud and busy time.
      Thanks for your gentle kindness,
      Jennifer

  3. Jane Brocious says

    Always loving, always lifting up, always lightening the load, your words of acceptance, grace, and encouragement feed my soul.

    • So beautiful, your share – thank you Jane.
      Thanks for your kind and inspiring presence here.
      I really appreciate you (can’t tell you enough)
      -Jennifer

  4. So wonderful — I love how you value every thump of the heart. Words like this are especially wonderful to read first thing in the morning — or perhaps after the toughest day as well! Big happy hugs (and thanks for visiting me the other day! Big smiles when I see your wonderful comments.)

    • I was wondering how long we’ve been blogosphere neighbors – I’m just so happy
      when I see you in the neighborhood:) Your smile and words light up a thousand
      gray days. Thanks for coming around, Jeanie,
      Jennifer

  5. I wake to find your words, and my soul feels lighter. Thank you for sharing with all of us.

    • Hi Vicki – so nice to meet you. Thanks for dropping by to sit on my porch with me for awhile.
      I appreciate your presence and those lovely words – thanks for sharing here.
      You are oh so welcome – come around again!
      – Jennifer

  6. If you live as you write, you are living a beautiful life, Jennifer.
    Hugs, Julia

    • Oh gosh writing is way easier – you get instant edit and do-over!
      Thus the bobble:) I fail, flail, miss the mark, and absolutely mess up
      plenty:) Lots of learning happening over here:)
      Couldn’t be more grateful for the amazing stuff of grace.
      Thanks for your kindness – it’s a beautiful life in the anyway:)
      -Jennifer

  7. Lorene Nelson says

    Always love to hear your encouraging words!!

    • Hi Lorene – thanks for stopping by over here! Nice to have you sit by the fire with me:)
      I appreciate your kind words – thanks for taking the time.
      – Jennifer

  8. always a breath of air here.

    thankful

  9. Woman, you are so good for my soul with your wise words strung together in a way only you can do and your kindness in reminding each of us how special and worthy we are … and you always make me smile big!

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