Many things I write never quite make it to here. This was almost one of them. I was going to share something else instead. I changed my mind. This is what asked to be written. The world sorely needs kindness and grace these days.
There is a deep soulfulness in all things…
Things, isn’t really the right word to mean so much
There is gentle strength in the waters,
A belief in forever that climbs the trees,
My spirit soars with every wing that defies gravity, and settles with every creature who comes to drink at the pond’s edge
…there is so much to love…
The sky is white as though it is full with snow
The ground is charcoal, somber yet soft
And I wish that the one, would fall upon the other, as I walk in the world between them, overflowing with why’s and how’s
This is my real right now
My here, today
The forest smolders…
I watch the message drifting in the smoke…of what should not be
Every day, stories plead to be seen and beg to be heard
It will be hard, I thought,
I was right
I must go anyway, I thought,
…one step at a time.
If only my tears could be like rain
And calm the flame.
There is a beautiful trench in the sand. Beautiful to me. It declares that men were here, strong ones, who came to help. The line they labored to create slowed down the creeping and saved a great deal. I may never know their names, but I am…grateful, that they do what they do. Everything, would be different, if they didn’t.
Days ago, I walked unbelieving, in this strange world that I struggled to recognize.
There was a coyote,
Alone and searching,
…like me.
For a time we both paused
…I could see my own question
Reflected in his quiet eyes…
What has happened to my home…
Each day I return,
I won’t stop being here
You must do the thing you think you cannot do. I smile a little at the words echoing in my mind. How many wonderful thoughts of others float within me granting me courage.
The more that I write, the more that I know – my hurting is one small stone from the mountain of hurting in the world right now – my hope is but a glimmer of the way we comfort one another in not knowing what is next.
I wander the woods, checking on little things to be sure they are ok and to help where I can.
A tree that arcs like a rainbow, is well and fine
Turtles rest content atop their logs
Ducks are ducking and diving happily as they are wont to do
Wildflowers are blooming
Trees are greening up more each day. In some places the sky can barely be seen now. The ways of spring approach quickly.
Bringing with them…new life
The wind whispers from over the water…how I love to close my eyes and feel it caress my cheek.
High above me is the raucous call of my rare jungle bird!
His song is as sweet to me as any I have ever heard, especially today. It means that his home survived.
He is busy as usual, at his work…and play….as usual. How comforting for anything right now to be…as usual…
There is so very much to be grateful for,
In every drop of rain and closed tight seed,
In every wing that flies and heart that beats,
Lives the promise of hope…
This land doesn’t belong to me, not the flora, the fauna, the earth, the air or the water.
Yet, I know without any doubt, that we are Each and All a part of the whole
To love and care for each other is the only way through. It is the hope we have and the hope we give gracefully away.
We are in this together, in this life full of questions
In the embers and the ashes, in the flowers and the rain
Even now, as I finish this from the swing, a bright red cardinal hops about nearby. It’s a cool misty morning and he cheers me with his non-hurried and non-worried search for breakfast. Peacefully at his task. Knowing that there is enough and that all shall be well…
May all be well with you and yours
always,
suzanne❤️
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ellie894 March 15, 2020
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