Holding

and so it was because I was filled with a particular heavy sadness that I prayed for a golden moment last night. A golden moment, meaning a moment that would directly remind me that there is still beauty in this world filled with sorrows. and it was as i was leaving a pre-school today, dog-tired weary and weighted that I decided to look back. One of the children, a very sweet three-year old boy stood at the window watching me and waving. As I waved in return, he held up his little hand to his mouth and with the gentlest release, blew me a kiss. He continued this simple, loving, and perfect gesture until I was well down the driveway and turning the corner. It is the love in the action that surpasses all language.Thank you friends.

Happy New Year

To all the kin, wherever you are-
May this year bring you countless moments of joy and ease.
Thank you for your love and support.

Morning Poem

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it

the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---

each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.


~ Mary Oliver ~