Gratitude List:
1. The prayerful and thoughtful spirit of Grandma Weaver, who died six years ago today, just shy of her 100th birthday.
2. Words. No, I mean tears. Oh, actually, I mean words.
3. Being adored by chickens. Really, I can do no wrong in their eyes. I am their Queen. If you gt to feeling chronically bad about yourself, get a small flock of hens.
4. Comfort food: ham and egg casserole. Chickens, again.
5. Not being alone in the questions.
May we walk in Beauty.
Gratitude List:
1. Carla Christopher, the poet laureate priestess of Culture and Main. I am a little star-struck, spending time with all those good vibes today. Good, thoughtful interviews. Singer/songwriter Soji. Riverkeeper and Councilman and singer/songwriter Michael Helfrich. Poet and model Jess Angel. And Miles Coltrane, the cutest puppy ever. I’m still kind of high on this energy. Get the farmer off the farm. . .
2. The beautiful interchange between Maya Angelou and Diane Rehm after Angelou finished telling her personal story of horror. Such open hearts.
3. Those stacked-up clouds over the fields tonight while oriole sang in the hollow. The way the kale has bloomed bright yellow like wildfire spreading across the northern hillside. And Crimson Clover. And Purple Passion Asparagus. And those petulant pink Dogwoods.
4. This boy, who is seven years and not yet twelve hours old. I am so grateful for these children, for all they are learning, how and whom they are becoming.
5. Playing Wildcraft with my kids this evening, a cooperative plant-learning game that friends gave us for Ellis’s birthday today.
May we walk in beauty.
Ellis and his Great-Grandma Marian Weaver.
Here in the space between what it means
and what is brightly shining,
in the moment between breathe out
and breathe in again,
in the doorway to May
I have found the key to the door
of my grandmother’s old house.
Here in the thin space
between sun rays,
in the verdant corner
between the wren and the bluebird,
on the threshold between worlds
I place the key,
along with a small white stone
and the small arm bone of a squirrel
into my bowl of winter.
I have been pulling poison ivy
from among the honeysuckle vines,
plotting kindness to my neighbor,
watching how the wisteria twines
around the iron railing,
how it cascades into sunshine
like a purple waterfall.
Gratitude List:
1. Reiki. I saw so many colors during my session. Such colors.
2. People who support their local farmers. I am humbled and honored by it every year. Grateful, so grateful.
3. The Gnomes of Goldfinch Farm. They offered Jon the gift of a stunning clear quartz crystal today. A twin, with double terminations. Jon would say he found it.
4. The way the wheel turns so lucidly into May.
5. Fried Rice.
Namaste.
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