Sit stilland you will finddiscomfort. Sit stillin the discomfortand you will find what needs you.
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A Simple Offering
Just before noon I step out backto take a break from wonderingwhat my life will become.The sun is on the flower bed,turning the poppies intosmall bowls of light. How simply they make their offering:nectar for the bees,pollen for each other,subtle bows to their low sky. One flower is just emergingfrom its small, green cocoon,the rich… Continue reading A Simple Offering
All That’s Required of You
Did you knowthere will be poppiesagain this year?It’s true. I’ve seentheir muted green fractalsstockpiling sunlight,distilling it downto its purest essencebefore ignitinginto slow motion fireworks. In the end, isn’t this allthat’s required of you? To drink in what you love,to concentrate itin the crucible of your body,and, finally, to bloom.
What Spring Does
Some wintersare so longyou can forgetwhat spring does until it does it.
How to Build a Tree
Sometimes your nexthalting stepis more powerfulthan the grandest vision. All a leaf knowsabout building a treeis to turn towards the light.
This Spring
How can I love this springwhen it’s pulling methrough my life fasterthan any time before it?When five separate doomsare promised this decadeand here I am, just tryingto watch a bumblebee clingto its first purple flower.I cannot save this world.But look how it’s trying,once again, to save me.
What I’m Trying to Say
I’m not saying it’s been easy,this life. Harder, in fact,than you ever expected.What I’m saying is thatevery one of your morningshas been met by the sun rising.Every time you made a dollarit was met by an apple,whose firm white flesh—a partnership of tree and rain,of sunlight and farmer and soil—is no different than a miracle.What… Continue reading What I’m Trying to Say
Imagine
You are notthis runted little treeshiver-dancing near the topof an overlooked mountain,fated to the thin, rockysoil of your life. But imagine if you were. Imagine if all you had to doto be beautifulwas to let the wind dance you where you standas you grow intothe only shapeyou ever had.
Feasting Season
Come to the table even if you’re starving,even if all you have to offeris the weight of what never grew. Did you know a tree can break under the burden of its own fruit? What you carry as shamewill be a feastin the right mouth.Your honest emptinessdrips with harvest.
The Way Back
Sometimes you walkaway from yourselffor years, convincedthat what you’re buildingis your life,unable anymoreto tell your own voicefrom all the many voicesyou’ve tried on,unable to hearyour own voiceat all. And you know nowthe route backwill be terrible,through every tender wastelandyou’ve been desperateto avoid,and with allyour many defensesdroppedright herein a pile where you stand,where you finallyturned aroundand… Continue reading The Way Back