The Sweetest Flame Love burns away what is not it-- what is not of it-- with the sweetest flame. Life is sublime if you invite the Spirit to blow on the embers of your life. . 1/4/2020
A Year of Seeing: January 4: “The Sweetest Flame”
A Year of Seeing: January 4, 2020: “The same other side”
The same other side There is a peculiar pressure in this weary world to go out and up, out to conquer and solve, up to succeed and better-- a peculiar pressure to out and up. Why, then, does my heart, the still center of my soul, feel pulled in and down? ... Continue Reading →
A Year of Seeing: January 3: “Hot g…u…m…”
Hot g...u...m... Some days my soul feels so very s t r e t c h e d pulled thin like hot gum on the bottom... Continue Reading →
A Year of Seeing: January 2: “The things that are sown”
The things that are sown My grandmother grew roses in the hot Arkansas sun with my eyes fixed on her walking through her garden with ranks of pine trees towering like rooted columns in our private cathedral that was censed with sweet, dripping resin with a carpet of St. Augustine pushing between my toes... Continue Reading →
A Year of Seeing: December 31: “A Bad Poem”
A Bad Poem Is it not worth it to reach out with your shaking hand-- even with the other one pressed across your eyes-- and take your pencil and make the first hesitating mark on the paper so that the questions you have long held like a frightened bird whipped in the wind can take... Continue Reading →
A Year of Seeing: December 30: “Minaret”
Minaret The sound of the bells stayed close that morning because of the fog and clouds that pressed down and gently held the memory to give it time to soak in. The kindness of his eyes and the love in the squeeze of his hand had seeped in my skin and filled the place where... Continue Reading →
December 29: “Yes, a waiting”
Yes, a waiting There is a certain stillness in all things like a stone that lies waiting for the rivulet to touch it and wash away what needs to be let go of so that what is left-- Oh, what is left! A stone worn smooth by the flow of life to leave the... Continue Reading →
December 29: “Magic”
Magic Magic is very real. It is just not what they taught us it was-- like love. Love is very real but looks nothing like it did when I was a child-- feels nothing like it did either. Only when I saw our daughter being born of water and blood did I even begin... Continue Reading →
December 27: “Out of place”
Out of place The bud was out of place tucked 'neath a shriveled branch a few more months of cold till Spring around us launch. Surrounded by the brown and brittle bit of stem, the small green bud stood out for what it was: a gem. SH 12/27/2019
