Powerful poem. Thank you for sharing this. I recently volunteered in Ukraine, providing trauma-care to civilians in recently de-occupied areas. I will be going back in June. One of the powerful reminders I was graced with is that life could very much be other than what I know on a daily basis. Again, thank you.
Thank you for this poem that reminds me, even on this lovely spring day at the foot of the Rockies, that "otherwise" is a presence that lives with us--if we are willing to be aware. I love Jane Kenyon's writing, and I love yours. This phrase: ". . . filled with its own flawed grace." I'll write this phrase into my notebook and carry it with me today as I finish laundry, watch clouds build to the west, wander outside to look more closely at a tree that is--maybe--beginning to show buds.
Michael and I went to the plant nursery. We picked out a dozen different plants: French lavender, culinary thyme, heather. We planted them while our two small dogs galloped around the yard in the sunshine. Now you make me want to write a poem about it all. Thank you.
Powerful poem. Thank you for sharing this. I recently volunteered in Ukraine, providing trauma-care to civilians in recently de-occupied areas. I will be going back in June. One of the powerful reminders I was graced with is that life could very much be other than what I know on a daily basis. Again, thank you.
That's quite an otherwise to experience. Must keep so much in perspective for you when you're back in your regular life.
Yes. My heart got cracked open so there is more room for gratitude. And more room for caring too : )
Thank you for this poem that reminds me, even on this lovely spring day at the foot of the Rockies, that "otherwise" is a presence that lives with us--if we are willing to be aware. I love Jane Kenyon's writing, and I love yours. This phrase: ". . . filled with its own flawed grace." I'll write this phrase into my notebook and carry it with me today as I finish laundry, watch clouds build to the west, wander outside to look more closely at a tree that is--maybe--beginning to show buds.
Thank you for bringing me into your world! Felt like I was right there...
Michael and I went to the plant nursery. We picked out a dozen different plants: French lavender, culinary thyme, heather. We planted them while our two small dogs galloped around the yard in the sunshine. Now you make me want to write a poem about it all. Thank you.
Oh! I love all of that! Besitos to you both!
I’m going to save this one. All those extraordinary ordinary moments that make up a life. And so easy to miss if I’m not paying attention.
That's the trouble---they're so small! : ) But also so frequent.