Life is not a straight line. It's a downpour of gifts, please – hold out your hand

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Thank you for being here. I'm so glad you're here.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Crawling Out of Small Boxes

 
Photo found HERE


When asked what I do or how I'm doing
I have fewer and fewer words. I mean, how do I explain
between bites of corn on the cob and requests to pass the butter
that I've been shedding layers of stuff that never
fit, that I spend hours and days crawling out of the tight
of their tiny boxes, tossing breathless stories
written in handwriting I never recognized. How
do I explain that sometimes on a Tuesday afternoon, I sit still
and listen to trees, wind, rain - to that tender voice
that doesn't use words - until I join hands
with the scared one in my head
and ink trickles or spills. How do I explain that I care less
about getting things done and what I might look like from their
eyes and more about clearing a path
that finds the God in all of it. How do I
explain what I've been up to when what I've been up to is spinning
these shadows into something you and I can rest
inside, something that will help us remember 
our own astonishing light. So, rather than answering with an I'm fine
or listing off what I've accomplished lately, which seems
a lot more like nothing than something
I breathe a holy breath, look into your waiting eyes
and, with a smile that holds 
a heart full of something I'm just starting to recognize
I pass the butter.



 

12 comments :

  1. Love, love, love this poem. And you.

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  2. Thank you for sharing all that you have. I love you my sister, I am here with you through all of this, just close your eyes and imagine me holding your hand. Xx

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    1. I'm closing my eyes, imagining...

      I love you so, sweet sis.

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  3. Breathing that holy breathe, finding that clear path created by The Holy.... in the little moments. I'm savoring these words, Julia.

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    1. I'm savoring you, dear Deb. You are so full of love and I'm so very grateful to have you here.

      Love and blessings to you.

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  4. Simply, truly, magnificently beautiful. Thank you, Julia.

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    1. Dear Lana. Somehow I missed these words from you until just this moment. Thank you so very much for blessing my night. I'm truly grateful.

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  5. Just beautiful, Julia. Thank you for all you do "to help us remember/our own astonishing light."

    I have a small print of your bird painting, "She decided to live with unapologetic brightness," at my desk. It serves as a gentle nudge that daily encourages me not to hide my own light beneath fear and worry.

    Thank you for sharing your own beautiful light, Julia.

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  6. Dear Jenna, I'm so happy that little birdie is there to remind you. Thank you so much for taking the time to leave your words here for me. I feel your light so strongly - it (you) totally brighten my day. (((Love)))

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  7. i love your painting and your words, the rumi quoteis my favorite. thank you, don't stop, don'tfear just pkease yourself over and over again and share what you creat.

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  8. Oh, honey. The sorrow, the longing and what I know of what's underneath it...I am holding you close and giving thanks for you, beautiful soul, maker of art and passer of butter. :-) This is one of my favorites of yours ever, and that's saying a lot. I love you, friend.

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What are you thinking/feeling? I'd really love to know...

♥ Julia