This is splendid, Julie. The depth and substance of the poem is remarkable, and the beautiful way you pay tribute to mother earth is lovely. I like the way you begin, with a pause at the doorway. Your poetry has a wonderful spirit and sense to it, so genuine and loving even in the hard parts. It is a joy to read and journey with you. Thank you.
I just discovered Kerri as well and am deeply looking forward to reading more of her work. So glad you shared her here today, and so happy to dig into today's word. ❤️
Ohhhh I want to walk on that lush soft and spongy moss! Again I am right in your poem with you traveling. I too like that you bring your children to it. Organic, bigger picture!
This is so beauitful, A. I really like the way you blend the beauty and wonder of nature with the desire to parent in a loving way that honors earth. You take us on a deep and loving journey here, and I felt right there, walking on that moss, seeing those bees, being in that garden and in nature around you. What a gift to your children, and to each of us.
Thank you, Larry. I'm a long way from where I want to be with both parenting and gardening, but I'm taking steps, and I can see how far I've come, and I'm hopeful.
Jillian, loved everything you shared today! Deep resonance for me, a belonging to the land.
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Pausing at the doorway
to the native wild lands
preparation is needed.
A required initiation at hand.
Purification through peeling off
life’s layers of social medias.
Shedding beliefs of dominion,
power over and control.
Next cladding myself
within the sacred dress
of humbleness.
Then and only then may
I cross the threshold,
entering into unknown territory,
…the garden.
For any and all authority clearly lies
in the deep soils of Her!
Reminding me, I am both witness
to this amazing unfolding
and part of this ongoing cyclic process.
As tender to the plants, I listen,
taking care of any need.
Each encounter a rapport, a bond,
learning the language of the floras.
They are all teachers, guides and gurus.
Integral as every hand, seed, ray of sunlight,
pollinator, breeze and drop of water.
Co-existence,
interdependent,
relational,
native.
This poem feels like a pause and a breath of fresh air, beautiful and necessary.
Thanks A!
This is splendid, Julie. The depth and substance of the poem is remarkable, and the beautiful way you pay tribute to mother earth is lovely. I like the way you begin, with a pause at the doorway. Your poetry has a wonderful spirit and sense to it, so genuine and loving even in the hard parts. It is a joy to read and journey with you. Thank you.
Thanks Larry. Yes I feel the same way, enjoying this journey with you too! Learning so much from your writing and everyone else's too.
I am right with you!
I just discovered Kerri as well and am deeply looking forward to reading more of her work. So glad you shared her here today, and so happy to dig into today's word. ❤️
I long to see my garden
teeming with native plants,
hear it humming with native bees.
I want to see my children
growing wild like the daisies
beside our driveway,
the ferns and Forget-me-nots
along our back fence.
When we step outside,
I want our feet to meet moss
and mushrooms, lush
and soft and spongy.
When we look outside,
I want us to find foxes,
frogs, and fireflies, flashes
of colour, and confirmation
that we need not be alone,
that we can nurture abundance.
Ohhhh I want to walk on that lush soft and spongy moss! Again I am right in your poem with you traveling. I too like that you bring your children to it. Organic, bigger picture!
This is so beauitful, A. I really like the way you blend the beauty and wonder of nature with the desire to parent in a loving way that honors earth. You take us on a deep and loving journey here, and I felt right there, walking on that moss, seeing those bees, being in that garden and in nature around you. What a gift to your children, and to each of us.
Thank you, Larry. I'm a long way from where I want to be with both parenting and gardening, but I'm taking steps, and I can see how far I've come, and I'm hopeful.
The journey is the joy of the destination! You are mindfully moving in this garden of exquisite life!
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Nice work, Chuck!!
I love this word, and this is the title of Kaitlin Curtice’s second book, a phenomenal book!