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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.



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

  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

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

      I love you so, sweet sis.

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

    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.

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

    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.

  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.

  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)))

  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.

  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.


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

♥ Julia