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.
I WANT TO HOLD IT IN MY HAND
SLEEP
I have a complicated relationship with sleep. I ‘suspect others do too.
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GOLD AT THE END OF THE POEM
Robert Bly believed gold in a fairytale presaged a happy ending. I believe for poetry too.
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.
MY FARMERS' MARKET: 2009
Summertime 2009. This poem was written in a different time. My heart hurts at the enormity of ongoing greed, duplicity, violence, and hate, which has been revealed and multiplied since then. Take some sustenance from simple pleasures and connections recounted in this poem. They still exist in our country. They will help our hearts. They will help us stay juicy for the long task of freeing our nation and our people from deliberate enslavement.
PLEASURES OF THE FLESH
Change and joys of aging.
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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.