Every blade of grass has an angel that bends over it
and whispers, “Grow! Grow!”
–The Talmud

Me, I will whisper to the angel,
I will read poetry to  the angel,
I will shout and dance and sing for the angel
who guards that little blade of grass.

And you.  You guard your precious and oh-so-tender heart,
you take that one breath, then this one, then the next.
One step, one step, one step.

No matter what the future holds,
we will know–
you, me, the angel–
that light entered this holy space,
that we knew what rested there.

Gratitude List:
1.  How a little change revitalizes a room.  How that’s true of other things, too.  Tweak, tweak.
2.   Okay: brandy, ginger, honey, garlic, elderberry, menthol.
3.  Dreams and poems.  Poems which are dreams.  Dreams which are poems.
4.  Breathing deeply into those tree roots, those deltas, those nebulae inside the lungs.
5.  We have inner capacities to meet trouble as it comes.  How you show me this.  And you.  Even when you don’t feel like you are being brave or strong or patient or wise.   I am grateful for the tender ways you share your journey.  I am honored and strengthened to witness.

With Beauty all around me, may I walk