Em…so glad to hear about the farm…what an amazing opportunity to connect more with the earth. Llora than you for sharing your story…what a beautiful answer to your question. Gine we will go snow shoeing more in this life. Llora, Em, Gine, and Erin I am send you all so much love. I have a package waiting at home…I wonder what it is? Hmmmm I will be pretending to be sitting with all of you. In my brain Gine :^) I will create a world where you are closer to me.
I am at work. My mind is wondering…lustful for more and yet content for just this, just this breath. This moment of taking in your words…this moment of undeniable inspiration that comes from love…the strength that that love carries could part the red sea…my mantra lately is to have faith…faith that that universal love carries us to where ever we need to be and whatever we need to learn in this life. This is one of my favorite poems…it leaves me with such a potent image and feeling. Hope it does the same for you
Peonies
by Mary Oliver
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting readyto break my heartas the sun rises, as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingersand they open ---pools of lace, white and pink ---and all day the black ants climb over them, boring their deep and mysterious holesinto the curls, craving the sweet sap, taking it awayto their dark, underground cities ---and all dayunder the shifty wind, as in a dance to the great wedding, the flowers bend their bright bodies, and tip their fragrance to the air, and rise, their red stems holdingall that dampness and recklessness gladly and lightly, and there it is again --- beauty the brave, the exemplary, blazing open. Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath? Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness
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