Cozy up with this book for stillness and reflection, and you will quickly feel restored to the love that fuels your heart. Each of the quotes is a gentle yet passionate reminder of the power of love to infuse and guide us toward a world that we dream is possible – a world which captures our hearts, hopes and imaginations – to which we willingly dedicate the breath, energy, and creativity of our days.
sewn with gold thread, 40 pages of love…14.00, or 4 for $50
I wrote this poem a few days after the election, after visiting with friends over a modest dinner of scrambled eggs… I hope it gives you comfort in these turbulent times.
Together We Are More
There are rooms
and corners, still,
where neighbors gather
in the restless pull of oneness,
the resilience of love.
We come together humbled,
astonished, curious, alive,
& looking for the good.
Some are weary,
and still, there is kindness,
a quiet belonging,
listening, pardon, warmth…
work that must be done.
Let us each bring what we need.
If you found a bottle with a message in it, what would you want it to say?
These sweet little bottles double as ornaments. You can find them here.
Lately I’ve found myself craving a few words of wisdom and sensibility, humility, love, compassion, thoughtfulness… and as a sort of prayer, I’ve created two sweet miniature books.
I first discovered William Ellery Channing’s thoughtful reflection, “Symphony”, while visiting the Unititarian Universalist Church on Martha’s Vineyard. These felt like good words to live by all those years ago, and they still do. I’ve sewn them into a miniature book, available here. The book measures 1 1/2 by 2 inches.
A wee bit lighter in tone, I’ve also created a miniature book of happiness- a little boost of joy to give and receive. You can find it here. This miniature treasure is 1 1/4 by 1 3/4 inches small.
Saraswati, Goddess of poetry, the River of Eloquence, generosity of spirit…roses, honeysuckle, strawberries in a bowl…
A few friends have been gathering with me on Thursday mornings to write; to share reflections on what it feels like to be a channel- to open up for something that wants to come through.
This morning, Kimberly talked about a retreat she recently led- how people came, dropped their bags of daily tasks, and dove gently into the sacred. She reflected, smiling a big smile- sparks of joy in her eyes, “Everyone has such a beautiful, fresh, magical spirit inside.”
Yes. Indeed. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Who are you when you put down your bag of daily tasks? Have you felt your own beautiful, fresh, magical spirit lately?
I met two beautiful souls at the artisan’s fair this weekend who told me that they would like to write poems but they have no time- they are simply too busy and working too hard. I confessed to sometimes using this excuse myself.
Here is an invitation:
Basho, the 17th century Japanese poet, said, “Real poetry is to live a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.”
If we are not writing poems, are we living, at least, a beautiful life? Or is the mind too occupied with struggle and striving? What are we struggling and striving toward? Is it a day when we might finally relax, breathe, look around at what is beautiful, and write a few words of gratitude and praise? Let’s do that now.
In the morning, tell yourself, “I am living a life which is now abundant with moments in which I may relax, breathe, see the beautiful, give thanks and praise- every day. It is so. This is my life.”
At first, small moments will reveal themselves – like little flashes of light, or a bird’s song rising suddenly nearby. Then you will begin to sense that these moments may widen into longer pockets of time. Eventually there will be days of beauty, gratitude, praise…maybe even a poem or two will come. Nothing much has changed, except you have tuned your attention. You are noticing a little more, receiving life into your life.
Joseph Campbell taught, “Eternity is a dimension of the here and now.” You begin to notice that Eternity has been revealing itself all along. Now you are remembering that you are in it- breathing it, admiring, enjoying. Life itself is the poem.
Dear Rose and Bella, today is my first empty nest Mother’s Day, and your Dad and I are making dinner for our mothers. We will give them each a plant, and hope to convey our love, again, and only a little self-consciously because it feels like we are conforming to a social dictate, yet all the while sincere…
But my favorite part of Mother’s Day is how deeply grateful and fulfilled I feel when I think of each of you. I have LOVED being your mother… more than words can say. When I think of you, I feel a flutter of warmth within me- as if I am in love, and, you know, I am. Your very existence gives me joy. Sometimes I’d like to shrink you back down into those darling little bodies still living under our roof…. but then I don’t want to miss any of the all of you right now, just as you are: lovely and loving young women who are coming into their own.
We always told each other to savor the days, and I only wish I’d savored them even more. I suppose, with this letter, I am. How time has flown! How gifted I feel. My heart if full, today and every day, & I love you. xx, mom