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August 21, 2010

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Ms. Moon

Same with me, sweet Rebecca. When I am in the air I feel the same and perhaps that is where all the stories drift- up to that place we fly through in those great mechanical birds.
I don't know but I love this poem, your thoughts, your ways.

Delphyne

What a gorgeous poem - thank you for posting it. And your thoughts, as ever, are lyrical. xoxo

Stephanie

beautiful Rebecca, both Pastan's poem and your thoughts.

I too love looking out at 40,000 ft, those feelings of other worldliness...a true sacred space, envelop

x..x
steph

Dianne

You write so beautifully... The poem is exquisite, but your words are so moving... The visions I get from them are stunning...

Spadoman

I have flown many times before, but it is not my favorite way to travel. Yet I see your thoughts and can feel this idea. I wonder about space. Space where there is nothing but the invisible air or just the water.
I like to be up close and personal with the Sacred Earth Mother. Wish I could travel by walking the many miles to places I want to go. Mother Earth allows us to tread upon her. That's the spirit of the ultimate in giving.
Beautiful post. Thanks for sharing.
Yes, next time for sure.

Peace.

Leslie

The poem is shatteringly lovely. Thank you for sharing it, Rebecca.

And I am moved by your experience and your words:

"i can tell you this...there is no end to the words that hum in thin air forever hoping to be caught in a bead of sunlight, reflected in a willing eye, desiring like each one of us to be holy recognized."

I like this idea. That all of our heart-words are waiting to be captured and "holy recognized." That people like you, who through life experience, even suffering? have sensitive ears to hear.

And I am convinced that not one note, not one song, not one word is ever lost, for the One who truly knows the signature of each soul offers the fulfillment of every story.

adrienne

'there is no end to the words that hum in thin air forever hoping to be caught in a bead of sunlight, reflected in a willing eye, desiring like each one of us to be holy recognized.'

you sorceress.

some friends went out of town, so the children and i stayed at their place to watch their old hound. i was amazed at the clarity of thought that came; i felt as though i could distinguish between the relationships that have value, and those which have run their course.

perhaps we can only truly hear the human story with some distance between ourselves and the mundane.

xo

p.s. you've only been away one week?

Meri

You are a word-witch, conjuring them like potions for love spells. Out of thin beads of light, suspended in the frigid high desert that hangs just below space. All words of sacred magic. You always amaze me.

mavis

let me chime in with other readers to praise this poem. it is simply beautiful

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