Another Saturday spent savoring words, sounds, smells and the cacophany of life bursting forth new and fresh amidst the changing landscapes, physically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally.
Taking a deep long breathe in, and attempting to put some of the ideas into coherent thought- to capture and release the long held emotions, clamoring to be heard and birthed.
Funny how each Saturday as I sit and prepare for my women's virtual writing circle, life seems to take on a new hue and vigor- perhaps because I have set aside time to simply observe and consider all that is around me, things that have gone unnoticed by rushing to and fro to meet the demands of the days and nights of expectations, necessities and commitments.
But Saturday morning, life takes on different pacing- and I ease into the day differently. Not always eager to get up and do this new thing, especially if the night has been long and the morning arrives early despite the hour posted on my bedside clock!
Sacramental living- taking time to literally smell the flowers (roses and honeysuckle this week!) the scent of freshly mown grass, the pungent ripe odor of soil turned to hold new plants....savoring the simple flavors of fresh eggs, crisp Granny Smith apples, nourished in body and soul.
And then to enter the realm of possibilities online- in the circle of women around the world sharing their heart and soul stories- poignant, pointed, poetic.
Words that we all resonate with, that throb in our brains and hearts, as if we too have given birth to each other's pain, sorrow, joy and frustrations- in these words of wisdom and whimsy.
Sacramental living- sharing the gifts of creation, in exterior and interior landscapes- delighting in the abundance and joy- holding in care the hurt and sorrow- and lifting up together the prayer for peace and harmony-
Indeed this is intelligent life-
today's piece follows.....
This is My Body.
This is my body-
Born by one who chose to disregard
The life given after proving fertility
Fecundity, success.
Mother of perpetual sorrows.
This is my body,
Given to one who chose to discard
The life given
After using and abusing it
In pursuit of other better choices.
Man of perpetual demands
This is my body
Scarred and seared
Bearing the wounds and wonders
Of a life lived on the edges of love.
Child of perpetual surrender.
This is my body
Broken, bruised and worn
gently anointed by the words
of women, embraces of friends,
the mercy of God
Woman of perpetual release.
This is my body
Resurrecting
Amidst the ashes and dust
birthing myself again.
Woman of eternal peace.
Taking a deep long breathe in, and attempting to put some of the ideas into coherent thought- to capture and release the long held emotions, clamoring to be heard and birthed.
Funny how each Saturday as I sit and prepare for my women's virtual writing circle, life seems to take on a new hue and vigor- perhaps because I have set aside time to simply observe and consider all that is around me, things that have gone unnoticed by rushing to and fro to meet the demands of the days and nights of expectations, necessities and commitments.
But Saturday morning, life takes on different pacing- and I ease into the day differently. Not always eager to get up and do this new thing, especially if the night has been long and the morning arrives early despite the hour posted on my bedside clock!
Sacramental living- taking time to literally smell the flowers (roses and honeysuckle this week!) the scent of freshly mown grass, the pungent ripe odor of soil turned to hold new plants....savoring the simple flavors of fresh eggs, crisp Granny Smith apples, nourished in body and soul.
And then to enter the realm of possibilities online- in the circle of women around the world sharing their heart and soul stories- poignant, pointed, poetic.
Words that we all resonate with, that throb in our brains and hearts, as if we too have given birth to each other's pain, sorrow, joy and frustrations- in these words of wisdom and whimsy.
Sacramental living- sharing the gifts of creation, in exterior and interior landscapes- delighting in the abundance and joy- holding in care the hurt and sorrow- and lifting up together the prayer for peace and harmony-
Indeed this is intelligent life-
today's piece follows.....
This is My Body.
This is my body-
Born by one who chose to disregard
The life given after proving fertility
Fecundity, success.
Mother of perpetual sorrows.
This is my body,
Given to one who chose to discard
The life given
After using and abusing it
In pursuit of other better choices.
Man of perpetual demands
This is my body
Scarred and seared
Bearing the wounds and wonders
Of a life lived on the edges of love.
Child of perpetual surrender.
This is my body
Broken, bruised and worn
gently anointed by the words
of women, embraces of friends,
the mercy of God
Woman of perpetual release.
This is my body
Resurrecting
Amidst the ashes and dust
birthing myself again.
Woman of eternal peace.
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