Message for the guardians
of this green River.
Like thunderbirds on the rocks
where ancient ones tended her.
1. Blowing bubbles on the lawn. Tonight was one of those occasions I hope the kids never forget.
2. You know how sometimes things fall apart? And sometimes it feels like they’re sort of meant to fall apart so they can fall into place in a different way? The old paradigm needs to shatter sometimes in order for the new one to form. And even if the new one doesn’t conform to my personal Plan A, it’s still a good thing that the old one is out of the way.
3. My parents.
4. Mockingbird, Oriole, Blue Jay. And a story of a Red-Winged Blackbird. Shiny wing-folk.
5. Jumping off the cliff. There’s a rainbow out there somewhere to catch me.
May we walk in Beauty.