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A life in threes

Category: re-blog

Someone else’s words…

“Though I’ve always loved Wendell Berry’s poem “The Peace of Wild Things,” I often lament (at the same time as I understand) its movement away from the human, and one night after reading it I heard these words:

Poem by Joseph Fasano

I try to keep hoping.

I keep telling myself that something can be done, something must be done, and it rings and rings in my head when I cannot sleep at night…

Things can be done.

Things must be done.

It’s not going to be easy…

But we must believe that we can do these things.

And then

We must do these things.

In-between

This is where we’re at -in that liminal time between Yule and New Year’s…

Because it ain’t over yet!

And here are some ideas from Patheos’ Lisa Wagoner on making the most of these liminal days between Yule and New Year’s

Enjoy!

Mother’s Day 2025

Today is Mother’s Day.

So here is a poem by Jess Urlichs, that I had been saving to post today.

Enjoy!

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“I wonder who you were mum,
the you, before I was me.
Before the branches of you shook,
and gave me all the leaves.

Did the giving leave you breathless?
And then did you give some more?
Was there any left for you
In that cup to pour?

And when you gave me life
Did you live for yourself too?
Did you feel like a different person
when you entered a room?

And did you sacrifice a lot
all so you could have me?
I know you, but I wonder,
who you used to be.

Was I your making, and your mirror?
Did you hold me sometimes and cry?
Did the lion within you get stronger?
Or did it run away to die?

Mum I know your life began,
before I came along,
but did the rhythm of my breath
give your life a sweeter song?

And that flame that lives inside you,
did it flicker, or did it grow?
The lighthouse that guided me all these years,
that now lives in my bones.

I wonder these things now mum,
as I hold my babies close.
The way that I now matter to them,
is what matters to me the most.

Did you feel completely grounded?
But with a smile that had changed?
Did it shape all that you do, and more?
Did you too feel rearranged?

And though you were my person,
were you still your person too?
Was it like unstitching parts of us,
to get back some of you?

And lastly mum, as I sway here,
I think I understand
Just what it takes to be the moon,
the stars, and someone’s land.

But sometimes I wish, in a parallel world
I could visit for just one day.
Where you didn’t know me, or who I was,
and you didn’t know my name.

And I’d talk with you about all sorts,
your laughter like the sun,
and I’d recognise that smile
but with plans, so free and young.

And know you, just as I am now,
before your name was Mum.”

— Jess Urlichs


Book: Beautiful Chaos: https://www.jessicaurlichs.com/beautifulchaosbook

Gifts.

Poem

Now when dying grasses veil
earth from the sky in one last pale
wave, as autumn dies to bring
winter back, and then the spring,
we who die ourselves can peel
back another kind of veil
that hangs among us like thick smoke.

      ~ Annie Finch

Drawing by Babs Webb

Happy

Poem by Susan Cooper

A Happy Solstice to you and yours!

N.Y.E

Time is an artificial construct, anyway…

Holidays.

The holidays aren’t so merry and bright for all of us.

Some of us are struggling.

And if that is you right now, I want you to know that I see you, and I’m with you.

❤🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

11/11

‘They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.’


‘For the Fallen’ | Robert Laurence Binyon 1914

Month for Loki: Sixteenth

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