long before the softening hem of sky
lifts her dark petticoats with the last faint whisper of stars
before summer pillars cascade
in seasonal haiku
holding loss and promise in equal measure
before ravens whip air and cloud in enormous black wings
catching my breath somewhere between
gravity and longing
i rise to witness the pure slate of morning....
mystery becoming light all over again.
carefully, purposefully
i choose the lens of forgiveness,
the practice of seeing with new eyes, a renewed heart;
the world around me, and yes,
even myself.
it is an almost weightless place
the miracle of light new enough, the forgiving heart open enough
to believe the world can wake itself up to love.
as if we too could once again be small,
small enough
to see the miracle of it all.
today my paradise is seeing the world through
the open heart of forgiveness,
where dear friends
has paradise taken you?
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Often, when I read your posts, I am in awe of the ferociously eloquent way in which you write. Words, for me, don't come in such magical combinations...so rich and deep, so rhythmic, so soulful. This time I'm moved by "...holding loss and promise in equal measure..." It is a pleasure and an honor to know you and your work, and to share this time with you each week.
Posted by: Dawn Elliott - AlterEgoMexicana | March 10, 2013 at 09:49 AM
Your words and art take me out beyond what I might think is an ordinary morning. Thank you always for reminding us it is holy.
Posted by: gemma | March 10, 2013 at 10:27 AM
Paradise has brought me here, to linger in the warm blanket of your words. To taste the ice cold of your images. To wiggle my bare toes with delight. To click my heels and say, "I'm home again."
Posted by: Meri @ Meri's Musings | March 10, 2013 at 12:23 PM
It took me outside to play...
but wanting to come here, to share with you.
such beauty in this new light
x...x
Posted by: Stephanie | March 10, 2013 at 03:04 PM
Lovely thoughtful words, as always Rebecca. And the pictures. I know they are not, but they take me back to some time I spent in Georgia, and picked cotton bolls when I was a child, for that is what these look like, these snowy wonders.
Posted by: judie | March 10, 2013 at 04:58 PM
snow !!
i have heard
of such things !!
"""holding loss
and promise in equal measure"""
{{ there is reason
for
the balance,
isn't there }}
PS-- i am just back
from the sea*Shore,
missy !!
Posted by: somepinkflowers | March 10, 2013 at 05:00 PM
Love the expression "lens of forgiveness"! So very beautiful!
Posted by: Gemma Wiseman | March 10, 2013 at 05:23 PM
oh, how eloquently your words resonate! I pledge not to envy your gift, but I may bask in the knowledge that I am a blog friend of yours!
Posted by: Nonnie | March 10, 2013 at 05:55 PM
once again be small
a single strawberry seed
sliced from scarlet flesh
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | March 10, 2013 at 07:21 PM