April 21, 2011

maybe the flood isn't a flood at all, but a current of Grace that keeps you afloat, keeps you moving

April 12, 2011

Find your tribe, little girl. And stop calling yourself girl when you are woman... mostly.

April 07, 2011

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Hope by Emily Dickinson

April 06, 2011

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

-- Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
photo from here

April 04, 2011

I went upside down today. I wasn't sure I could do it. But two strangers encouraged me. And, all of a sudden, there I was with my heart above my head.