“This is what I am gambling on — the gospel of one life at a time, please, here, now, in all it’s power and mystery and suffering and joy, that we might find our own prophets in poetry and paintings who are not afraid of the questions that plague us.”
Leap :: Terry Tempest Williams
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And so life shifts. The rise demands I give-up and allow the wash-away. The fall does not pity me, I must learn how to mourn and let go.
The plague has arrived and here I am with remnants of life as I knew it dying on the ground. And all along I thought the smeared blood on my door frame saved the occupants of my inner house.
Uncertainty crowns my head and yet I take the gamble; I want to believe the gospel:
one life at a time, please, here, now in all it’s power and mystery and suffering and joy.
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Amen!
How beautiful those words are to me…
yes
finding our own way
because the reality of the spiritual
far surpasses any structure man puts in place
far surpasses any list of do’s or don’t
far surpasses our won understanding how just how BIG the LOVE is
this is a gamble I am will to take
I move with you sister
through all uncertainty
I move with you
love and light
I felt something flicker through me when I read your words, ” I move with you”.
There is something magical and holy in movement.
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Yes, we will move into our own way, out beyond the structures.
xo
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Janae,
I hear the bleating, bleeding of your heart and yet what’s coming out of that wash is pure gold. I have this assurance when I read your words–this quiet whisper that’s turning into a roar and it says, “Someday, wild woman, you are going to be so glad you penned these words.” Someday, wild woman… so keep on with the keeping on.
P.S. Even though I won’t be bumping into you anymore at SMS, I’m looking forward to lingering around here and seeing what unfolds.
“The plague has arrived and here I am with remnants of life as I knew it dying on the ground. And all along I thought the smeared blood on my door frame saved the occupants of my inner house.”
There is so much in this, Janae. So many roots and branches and winged things living in the leaves, and quiet, dark things munching holes from the inside out.
Sitting with you in spirit, in shared soul.
there is a sort of quiet, concealed bursting that occurs in the wasteland. all those “dark things munching holes from the inside out.”
<3
this is the post that Cat directly sent me too. these words are healing balm. wow can you write! xo
healing, such an active word, it feels just hopeful hearing it said. so glad for you.