the news has been all over the place…we are still in the midst of a pandemic and all sorts of civil uncivility…it’s an endless cycle of doom if you are looking at the news…maybe it is…maybe it always will be for someone…that sucks… and hurts like hell. it is unfair and unimaginable that humans can never get it together but I don’t know if we can or will… there I said it.
still, here I am in my little world…with my little and not so little problems trying to make sense of things that are senseless (to my human mind). so what do I do. I take the medicine of life. I wake up early to watch the trees dance, I wash my face and braid my hair…I try to seem see my ancestors work in me…all their craziness and compassions dancing in my veins. I remember planting radishes with my grandmother, the smell of pine trees after the rain, the halo of wooly black hair around my daddy’s head, the green house with the paste paper on the walls, fatso the dog, gingko in Kentucky, the way the moutains look in the morning, my neighbors who have been so generous and sweet to me. The little cat that ran up and greeted me the other day on my walk…the way we are all so hungry and scared of each other.
I remember all the journals and people…that I have given my heart to and all the people who have held me in such wisdom and openness. love. I sink into the sounds of birds and the rise of the sun in the sky with cottony morning clouds. Julia Cameron said that we have to get smaller. or something like that(artist’s way).
I try to remember the small mercies because they are what save me each day.
it’s like a invisible kiss of life…
asking you to lean in.
act with love
because you are part of something good.
if all the world churns with rage and confusion
you must never forget who you
the goodness of the earth
the vitality that lives inside of you
blooming like a wildflowers
singing over a deep ditch
there is still fertile ground here
to rise up.