This is the bright home.
In which I live,
This is where?
I ask.
My friends.
To come,
This is where I want to love all things.
It is taking me so long.
To learn to love.
Quote: David Whyte, the House of Belonging
Image: Pinterest
a gift
Gratitude doesn’t send you out shopping to find satisfaction; it comes as a gift rather than a commodity.
Quote: Robin Wall Kimmerer
New Life, New Day
As I began prepping my porch for spring and summer, I saw that others had arrived for another reason. My patio has become an Airbnb, of sorts. And I get to watch as this couple settles in to make a family.
It is a reminder… we don’t control everything. There is a rhythm in life. It is spring, and we watch as new birth appears far and wide.
a blessing you seek…
RISEN
For Easter Day
If you are looking
for a blessing,
do not linger
here.
Here
is only
emptiness,
a hollow,
a husk
where a blessing
used to be.
This blessing
was not content
in its confinement.
It could not abide
its isolation,
the unrelenting silence,
the pressing stench
of death.
So if it is
a blessing
you seek,
open your own
mouth.
Fill your lungs
with the air
this new
morning brings
and then
release it
with a cry.
Hear how the blessing
breaks forth
in your own voice,
how your own lips
form every word
you never dreamed
to say.
See how the blessing
circles back again,
wanting you to
repeat it,
but louder,
how it draws you,
pulls you,
sends you
to proclaim
its only word:
Risen.
Risen.
Risen.
More than ever, I am mindful of how John’s Gospel tells us Mary Magdalene went to the tomb while it was still dark and found it already empty. I am relying on that beautiful detail: that even when all seems to be in shadow, the work of Easter has already begun. On this very different resurrection day, this blessing is for you.
Jan Richardson
from Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons
Image: “While It Was Still Dark”
© janrichardsonimages.com
Holy Saturday
“…And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
a day of waiting -silence can feel overwhelming
we are in a holding pattern-
we know what to expect as the sun rises tomorrow
but for those who were rocking with grief for the loss of their friend and teacher, they could not imagine a rising Sun.
Night was all around. The words of new life felt far away and maybe forgotten. The whisper would come at the first glimpse of dawn.
For now, we wait together…
Carrie's Bench 
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