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Friday, January 31, 2014

Life Always Knows

I rarely use words like glorious and sublime
but this circle of sunshine 
on this winter day
makes me want to skip
each curve in the trail greets me like an old friend.  Hard shadows 
that have followed for days carry me now
to this soft clearing where crows
dip and glide to the hum
of something they seem to hear inside me.  The flap of their wings
reminds me 
that dark and light need each other - invites me to stretch 
arms wider, to stop making any of it wrong. 
the ground says
let the shadows be your compass, the poetry that points
to the other side

trust that life always, always knows

*Photographer unknown


  1. I'm thirsting for good winter light these days.

    Your words just brought some of that kind of light to me. Thank you.

  2. I just sent you an email, precious Deb - too much gratitude to express in this little space.

    So much love to you.

    1. I received it. Thanks! And please read my reply. <3

  3. The other day, I was driving home from a wonderful day spent walking and talking with one of my oldest friends, and I saw for the first time not in a video, a murmuration. (I think that's what it's called when a huge flock of birds flies in an ever-changing formation.) It was beautiful, but because I was driving, I couldn't just gaze at it.

    I had this thrilled feeling, as I watched them intermittently, that I was witnessing something both ordinary and magnificent. That's how I felt reading this, too. xox

    1. J, you have such a way with words (and with love).

      I've always been in awe of nature and lately this awe seems to be growing stronger. In a world of so much, the quiet and beauty of nature touches something in me that nothing else does - so mind blowing and humbling.

      Thank you for showing up with me here - it means more than I can say to have you beside me.

  4. Life always knows, life always knows
    This is where the road goes
    You were meant to travel this trail
    And you are blessed to never fail

    Love your poem xo All the things in our lives talk to each other and compliment in such a way that even words can't begin to describe--but I think you touched on a bit of that with yours.

    1. Karin, I'm grateful for you. Thank you for stopping by and leaving this sweet bit of you.

  5. I'm struck by your words Julia. You always seem to take me back to the center of what is real, and lovely, and sane. And J's image of a murmuration...oh my. How I love you ladies.

  6. I'm trying to trust more and more these days. I know there is more that my heart is leading me towards.


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♥ Julia