When distilled, what remains Is what stares back Truth that at one long stretch was diluted and reconstituted With joy at finding Entanglement before knowing Face and name This time Remembered Fuzzy as a webbed and dusty Interpreted painting In forgotten and rediscovered halls.
We call our attention to Winter,to the coldness,to the stillness,to the darknessand the white-ness.We recognize the stirrings of life deep withinour earth; deep withinourselves:Energies curled in seedsbelow blankets of snow, frost, stone, and soil.Mother Earth is stirringand we are stirred;Stretching, feeling, reaching throughthe coldness, the stillness,the darkness and white-ness.
To the quieter onesWhose sobbing is withinBehind things and what has beenMay you find comfort in chosen sanctuary, As the absence of your lightsgives notice andCasts the longest shadowsIn these our living rooms...Blessings to all, however you grieve.To the humorous and awkwardWhose grieving pulls at their centerAnd sometimes knocks another off their own...May you share your … Continue reading Blessings To All, However You Grieve
[I was asked to start my grandmothers funeral when the minister was very late. This is a prayer from that day at her grave. She had danced on the site earlier, which was her beautiful way.] Hold peace with integrity when we acknowledge the strength of bonds made here Hold peace within your heart knowing … Continue reading Hold Peace