Posts Tagged ‘Anne Lamott’
Muddy tracks and incorrigible hope…
Hello March and hello you:) I’ve been courting the quiet and trying to unhurry about it. The girl I used to be would’ve been horrified by the gap, annoyed and shamefaced with all the gaps I’ve come to keep since my body stopped reliably getting on board with my plans. That idealistic sprite has grown…Read More
Two trees growing up in the garden…..
I’ve heard it told of two trees growing up in a garden, two filters, two perspectives, two ways; one a driven religion to be right and know, to category and label living things. Superiority feels like shelter in this system and it demands that those who eat it’s fruit conform. The second tree is freedom…Read More
The layers and the light…..
My process begins with a heartpour my own unscripted words dumped raw onto clean, blank page. A turn-the-purse-upside-down-and-send-the-contents-dumping. It’s never pretty. Never polished. And can be a little wrenching. I write the unsayable things – the stuff of which Anne Lamott wrote, “my thoughts were such that would make Jesus want to drink gin out…Read More
Dancing hope defiant…..
I need to dance with a barefoot heart, to twirl in the darkness of the wee hours and wriggle free, unloading heavy things into hands so warm and available and open that they tug the sun up through the woods while the birds prattle joy and the candle burns slow, flickering sandalwood and spruce and…Read More
The making and the medicine…..
I’m coming back from a hard prune, grateful to see little tenderlings shooting up fresh from the cuts. It’s tricky to celebrate the shears and their scars and I’m not there yet so I won’t pretend to hurl thanks for those slices; instead I’ll say quick the pain and then share the medicine because we…Read More