I posted a snippet yesterday and then plucked it back down again
because I’ve been a little frazzled
and I didn’t trust my words to land true.
So many swirling around like birds – not sure if they were ready to light
or if they needed to linger in flight until they perch for you to read.
So I’ll share instead what the river seemed to sing
as I watched her tumble smiling across the rocks:
That even in the noise and swirl there is reason enough, and grace,
to gather up the edges of my hope
and shake it out hard so I can lose the fluff
and draw up solid around me what remains
like a blanket in the night
to feel the strong warm
against my heart
of what may be coming
around that scary-looking corner up ahead
and all of the dark unknown that seems to cry danger
and warning and this is the moment just before the other shoe drops
and then won’t you feel stupid for all the joy you held foolish like a silly child
so busily enchanted in your sandbox that you didn’t see the storm in time to run.
Those are the bony fingers that come for my joy in the night,
rattling that it’s a fool’s errand to celebrate beauty
and cultivate gratitude
because shelter is not built in such ways
feeling it all so deeply is not a luxury
you can afford.
Better to numb it all down,
the cold wind hisses,
and brace yourself against
whatever is to come.
But as I watch the waters tumble and trust-fall undaunted down
into wild places they’ve never been, all of that whitewater
singing fearless joy in a brave language
that I’m longing to learn,
I feel a wisdom in the joy
that rises high above the
voice of my anxious rumblings
and makes sense
My heart settles there today,
trusting, leaning, and tumbling headlong into the Hope
who is loving presence and tender mercy and solution and strategy and peace.
Anchoring my soul in this gives space for my joy to get loud and colorful and do the bright work
of making this moment delicious and this life worth all of the even gnarly, often heart-breaking living.
Fight for joy in this strange season, friend;
Don’t go ’round without it’s medicine.
“Joy is the most vulnerable emotion we experience.
And if you cannot tolerate joy, what you do is start dress-rehearsing tragedy.”
– Brene’ Brown
Congratulations to Jeanie of Marmalade Gypsy
– your name popped up in the drawing for a copy of Tell Me Something Good
which arrives fresh from the West Coast tomorrow. I’ll be sending it out this week!
Offering another giveaway this week – leave a comment and your name goes in the warm fuzzy hat.