I’m not flying south for the whole winter,
not disappearing from the groves and fields completely.
Hunkering down perhaps,
ruffling my feathers in the cool fall breezes
and settling deeper inside myself for a bit,
to a place where there are fewer words.
Not sulking, not anxious, not despairing,
just settling, shifting the patterns,
changing up the rhythms a bit.
I’ll see you back here again
someday soon,
when I have had a chance
to find a new rhythm,
to identify new patterns.
I’ll draw and sing,
write my secret poems,
gather dreams and images,
stories and feathers.
As always, I’ll be holding my part of the web,
feeling the tension and tug as you do your work
on your own part of the web.
I’ll trust that you are there,
and you can know I will be here,
and I will return, soon enough,
when the winds blow me back again.
Meanwhile, Walk in Beauty!
Mockingbird Chronicles 
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Elizabeth, Take your rest, do. But go knowing that I have really appreciated these daily ruminatings. Often, very often, they speak for my experience and heart-cries, either prompting or confirming my awareness! The gratitudes have stirred up my own gratitudes, and you and your family have become part of that. And sometimes I just *have *to forward it to my sister in Missouri
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I am so grateful to hear this, Nan. Thank you so much. I am finding new spaces in the break that I am taking, and will come back to it refreshed in a week or two. We’ll see how Advent unfolds. . . Much love.
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