Riffs of remembering….

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A vivid December wind scrolls clouds across the early morning sky
and somehow it heals the tired of me,
all this living in longing to do life simple,
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
and feel it thump comfort
warm against my chest

and it’s a strong shot of courage that there is a bright hope
that remains
and I don’t want to forget that for a minute.

There is a lot I want to remember right now,

~that it’s not time wasted,
soaking in the presence of Love,
that basking is productive.

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~that there are angels ready and willing
and watching and waiting,
just listening for a prayer.
really.

~that prayer is so much like gardening,
it’s almost too simple,
(doesn’t much appeal to busyness and bustle)
it’s easy dance with Spirit that plants and weeds and waters
no matter how haphazard or unique to you.
(that listening is prayer,  too)

~that there is enough;
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nough to have and be all we’re meant for
without cutting into someone else’s goodness.

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~that when we spend ourselves
throwing wood on the fire of joy in this sad world,
sometimes even belly-to-the-ground
blowing hard on graying coals,
shivering and heartsick for flame
in the cold wind of living,
it’s a beautiful thing and it matters.

In fact,  it  shrieks light against the dark
and,  whatever else this season is about,
I want to string more twinkle lights lonely places
because I’m not interested in being cool;
what gets my heart onto paper and wrapped in words
are those moments when we’re decidedly uncool,
when our hearts are hanging out there on our sleeves unguarded
and it’s all just raw and real and true.

I want to remember to say it,  the love,   when I wonder if I should,
to give it when I think maybe I might,
to be crazy generous in these tightfisted times.
Because life is too short to be cool;
I want a red hot love raging strong against the bitter cold and dark.

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“The only true currency in this bankrupt world
is what you share with someone else
when you’re uncool.”
-from “Almost Famous”

So glad to be sending a copy of my December issue of Ripplesongs
to Lady Fi;
so grateful to her for the beauty she shares and shines
(please message me,  friend,  with your address)

~

bird in a skyfull of love….

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My heart is full of river and sky
and apple blossom and newborn green,
of leaves uncurling buttery soft
and smelling still not of this world
and it’s a fresh breeze I’m breathing
as the sun shines soft on the field of dreams I carry inside.

My business is busy and my foot is mending
but i’m protecting a chunk of time each day
to throw my love into a project that has my heart
sliding off my sleeve into handmade books I’m making for each of my kids
to give when birthdays blossom in June
and I’m feeling the passion of packing a care package
I want their hearts to carry for the rest of their days

with so much love I’m a bird in flight with a mighty soar
and coming awake and alive all the more
and it’s tilling up some fields of change
making art and cobbling together words for these.

It’s funny how high you can fly when you’re full up wildly in love.
It’s in the love,  isn’t it
…..love is the flying.

I’m scooping up the edges of my ragamuffin prayers
and wrapping them around you,  too,
that you’ll hear your name in the whispering light
and feel it inside that you matter so big,
you,  all beautiful with belonging,
a twinkle in the eyes of God,
a sight worth seeing,
a song worth singing,
a bird in a skyfull of love.

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“The only true currency in this bankrupt world
is what we share with someone else
when we’re uncool.”
-from Almost Famous