Prickles and portals and play it again….

Sometimes into life’s overwhelm come soft days
so thick with grace
that the volume gets turned up
on your dreams
so loud that it drowns out some fear,
shaking dance back into your feet
until your heart starts taking on hope
like a ship sinking fast in a sea of fresh mercy
as heaven storms down light so fierce
that it swallows up the dark.

When you’re not there right now,
when all you can feel is the cave you crawled in
bone tired and seeking shelter
and the gloom works it’s way on your soul
and you’re hungry for good air and tall sky
but you feel as weak and small as the yelp
that gets stuck in the dry of your voice
( I’ve known this place)

Can I remind you,  friend,  that it’s there still,
that place where darkness got sliced until the light spilled in;
still there waiting with the warm buttery peace of something realer
than what you can see,
waiting to wrap you again in that firm strong love
that breathes courage
back into all your despairing places.

It’s there now waiting and you can go there still
along the backroads of your mind;
where maybe even as a child
you felt it sweet in someplace truthful and gentle
and it’s there still like a portal
where you feel free and profoundly okay.

You are brave enough to lean on in;
Open wide and go again
to that door that is uniquely gift to you,
where you step into the undriven purpose
of being welcome and known and affirmed with great affection.

Go stand in that place and let love sing down her songs over you again.
You belong,
the starry heavens whisper.
You belong.

“Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living in better conditions.”
– Hafiz

In every twig and twinkle….

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In all of your magic making,
yes and no saying,
errand running,
carol humming,
burden lifting,
option sifting,

picture taking,
merry making,
sky gazing,
crowd braving,
memory building,
how-in-the-world-ing,
hassle having,
heart salving,

 truth speaking,
quiet keeping,
sniffle tending,
love mending,
clutter busting,
mystery trusting,

card sending,
time bending,
idea trying
instead of buying,
storm weathering,
family gathering,
stocking stuffing,
trust for enoughing,

list making,
breath taking,
one-more-thing-ing,
just keep singing…..

-deep breath-

please remember
that even with dirty popcorn ceilings and wobbles and whoopsies,
your rustic handmade love that isn’t polished or perfect
and the gag reel of your life that sometimes isn’t all that funny,
you are,
without excuse or disclaimer,
LOVED.
In a big way.

I hope you can feel it this season,
the love that surrounds you in every twig and twinkle.

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“May your coming year be filled
with magic and dreams and good madness.
I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful
and don’t forget to make some art
-write or draw or build or sing
or live as only you can.
And I hope,  somewhere in the next year,
you surprise yourself.”
-Neil Gaiman

I’ve loved these giveaways and wish I could do it always and forever
for each of you
(this week the winner is Relyn of Come Sit by my Fire.
You’ll be welcome and glad if you do)
You mean a whole heap to me,  each of you.