wonder

photo: http://polycandelon.com

murmur: a soft or gentle utterance

murmuration: a flock of starlings

http://www.islandsandrivers.com/our-films/#murmuration

the edge

the song in its entirety

is not relevant to me.

yet,

the word imagery of Lady Gaga

in one phrase resonates;

a lyrical line

of revelation

& significance.

an intimate space,

a moment of holiness ,

a sense of such goodness,

that I recognize

the One who knows me by name

is present.

~I'm on the edge of glory

and I'm hanging on a moment of truth~

on a dance floor

a cowboy
danced with me
3 songs in a row, last night.
he was forthright.
he told me how smart he was,
and how wealthy he was,
he told me how good looking & strong.
he told me how talented he was,
while we 2-stepped to the music.
my response after the listening:
"wow, all that and you are humble too."
(i'm not sure he heard me over the noise.)

i danced with another cowboy
who could not speak but a squeak.
his frame and voice
were altered by some harm or disease.
he motioned "would you like to dance?"
and i accepted.
we danced
3 songs in a row, in silence
and
i felt his confidence
in who he was
as an altered man,
humble, strong, & gracious.

dancing is a sensory language.
dancing speaks more than movement,
it speaks of character.
last night i learned
that confidence is
a quality that needn't introduce itself.
last night i remembered
that confidence is...
able to carry a person forward
in a steady rhythm
to an unfamiliar tune.

habitation

this summer is a time for nesting
and a time for spreading my wings.

ART JOURNALING
with no rules
PAINTING
with fingers
SKETCHING
with intuitive marks
READING
with colored pencil underlinings
PRAYING
with wordless prayers
BELIEVING
with small faith
FLYING
in to an open space
unknown, uncharted...
and finding space to nestle in.

Late Fragment

And
did you get
what you wanted from this life,
even so?

I did.

And what did you want?

To call myself beloved,
to feel myself beloved on the earth.

~Raymond Carver