november 2

a galaxy in a pot of tea . mandolin cafe, november 1, 2009

i am writing

writing

writing

yes, this is where i am right now

the weepies sing

"get up now baby, get up now baby, it's your song playing"

jon calls on his way to pick up some dinner

our little family will soon be gathered again

another evening

dusk shows up so quickly now

the candles are lit

how this helps, the nightly lighting of the candles

it tells the darkness to come on

we welcome this invitation to breathe

i write

and gather

the pieces of what i know

and sigh with that oh my goodness sort of sigh

as i think about these pieces

side by side on pages in a book

i write

and rest when i need to

rest is part of my path right now

permission to rest

i hear sark say these words

thank you for that permission

you should know that you

yes you

have permission to rest too...

Comments

[marilyn]

lovely words. lovely woman.

[katie]

you paint such beautiful pictures with your thoughts-turned-words,
soothing and satisfying, touching me here right where you are .
how wonderful you are giving yourself permission to rest, such an important thing to grasp
at such a young age.
i have fought with that very thing most of my life
when embracing rest would have felt so sweet.
i embrace it with more firmness now, and acceptance.
thank you for sharing this, something i need to hear again and again. xox

[jen]

so beautiful. you.

[kelly]

liz + nappie = so good.

reading this - got up and lit the collection of candles ihave
added to our mantle. two new little alters, because of my
girl liz. i have been lighting them every day - whenever i am
sitting and thinking. they really add to the day, don't they.

and i place my first zenamoon order. it will be like having
you here.