You kneel in the kitchen garden…
We all reach the same crossroads over again, eventually.
You must learn to gather the harvest with a worry-baby strapped to your back.
You have the capacity to love this tumult.
The important ingredients are always the same.
Imagine all the forks you’ve held.
What if you’re willing to be wildly wrong?
Show up. Bring your body. Breathe.
You may choose to stay and claim the clearing.
You hijacked a raven today.
To be breathed into life on this beating green heart…
There is no schedule for a moment.
Lay down your questions, drop your bow
Yield to nothing, if you dare….
There is only one oceanand it only pulls home.
Even in the magical realm, waterfront is premium.
Do the joyous things.
It will break your heart. It will build you another heart.
When light floods down in the temple of the woods…
This is how things come together—falling into place like a penny in a slot…
I am simply here, like water running over stones…
and like green
we are late
The low deepens,I batten down…
This is the end of awkward, the end of effort.
However you do it, go free.
Gravity yields to buoyancy—there is no hurry here.
When fear comes promising security…
On the day you finally meet yourself,like a weary traveller home…
The only currency worth anything is gentleness.
You live in the space you create for your self.
Where am I?