is i birthed a babe who's stolen my heart, turned me soft and fierce, hungry, who's in love with me and waking someplace new most nights, following me on a don quixote inspired quest of hearts. the ocean and the islands are the softest voices i hear, pulling at me most strongly... seeds are begging to grow. i am their mistress.

the hopi said...

children are the natural healers of the manifest and unmanifest world. from the beginning, we have called upon them, day-to-day, to restore and sustain the harmony and balance upon which the hopi and the world depend.

they bring fresh attachment to life and the future, hope to what is ever-coming to be. peace among peoples and cultures, health and purity in nature, love and hope within our homes all depend upon this hopeful healing nature of children, through them that we come again to restore our true selves and to create the daily balance by which we and all life are sustained.

when discord and hatred, disrespect and abuse rule the home for a time, it is to the children that the parents turn. their voice is healing. it is time that we turn to the children and seek from those who have the power to heal all waters and for all of life which it sustains. as the life-quality of water is threatened by human and industrial waste, by irresponsible behaviors and disrespect -- as
sickened water weakens all of life - it is the prayers of children that must bring hope-filled healing to the spirit and substance of water, to water-the-source-of-all-life.

and my friend jill sends a, letter

this is one of the orchards
no one can explain. it patterns
without pattern like handwriting,
not exactly repeating, not exactly unsame.
something inside me has filled
since i filled the white sky
with your name.

distract

reflexive open ness
did you ever wonder about growing
inside out?

we are here to abet creation and to witness it, to notice each others beautiful face and complex nature so that creation need not play to an empty house. -annie dillard

we look for the unseen unheard, withheld merge beyond understanding in a oneness which does not merely rise and give light, does not merely set and leave darkness, but forever sends forth a succession of living things as mysterious as the unbegotten existence to which they return.