It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her. Happy Earth Day.
To The Flower Garden
To the Flower Garden, will be published in a thousand flowers® forthcoming book, When the Flowers Sing: A Flower Poetry Anthology. Flowers are given for every occasion of our lives. The book deepens your connection to flowers’ primal magic.
I WANT TO HOLD IT IN MY HAND
FOR ARWEN
My daughter birthing her first baby, herself as a mother, and me as a grandmother.
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FOR MY GRANDSON HUCK
This was written soon after my grandson’s birth. Have you ever had so much joy suddenly come into your life that you were afraid to hold it?
Talking to Moon
Unexpected connection to Moon
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Washing Hands
I am a bit OCD about hand washing. Then Covid hit. Ouch. Worse. I’suspect I am not alone. This poem is a nudge nudge wink wink to me and all those as we slowly undo the fear and change the pattern to washing when appropriate.
CODA: OUR BREATH
It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her.
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Washing Dishes
Confession: when I am sad or dealing with intense inner work or big house breakages (no hot water, no water, no internet etc.) washing dishes is the first to go. So this poem is helping me get a new relationship to make it more fun and actually nourishing.
HOPE for Emily Dickinson
May we face our fears & may they become lighter. Feeling them in the body can help.
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Sacred Walk #2
Letting in contact/connections in nature can mitigate loneliness.
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A GIFT AND WINGS
The title says it. The way a particular flower’s thrust from the earth awakens me, connects me to myself, to it, and to spring.
AN IRIS
A surprise.
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THE RIDER
An unexpected oneness with trees.
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A WOMANS JOY
Supporting a juicy spring.
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MORNING
A groggy mind can take you into different experiences.
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I FELT HIM ON MY BODY
On connection, death, and loss.