The Turquoise Collection by Jewelweedshello.
it's the kind of quiet and austere morning that has me thinking i wouldn't mind just being at home, standing at the kitchen sink methodically doing dishes and staring out the window. thing is, the kitchen sink where i live doesn't have a window --- but there is a place in my mind that's silent, serendipitous, and arranged exactly as i'd want it to be. in that place there is peace, love, and yes, even the right amount of tears --- i'm beginning to believe that on earth, tears can be powerfully healing. it's a release; i feel empty after crying, empty enough to receive what i'm being given.
this morning a friend poured me half of her peppermint mocha. last night i wrote 4 letters. the night before, i looked up at the cross and remembered what had been done for me. the day before that, i smiled at an old man. and on the first day of this week i did my work and felt myself begin to join again in the great song of the world. we work, we rest, we love.
what is the song in your heart today?
she.
3 comments:
I don't know what song is in my heart today...yet. But I know there IS a song. Yesterday there wasn't. Yesterday was hard.
I'm feeling your hope sweep across the space between us today -- and I'm thankful for it.
Love you.
5 Stairsteps "Ooh Child"
I hope its true and that things will get better soon here in Detroit. The city council meeting I went to was ONE HOT MESS!
Love you and your beautiful words!
I agree with plume.
Tears are good.. Sorrow beautiful.. hope divine..
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