Each piece beautiful
Each distinctly unique
Each one critical
Tag: love
Music Speaks
Beth Caldwell’s impact on metastatic breast cancer
Not a work of poetry, but poetic in it’s raw power. It also features evocative language.
“The only thing that brings me any sense of meaning these days is to think of these fallen trees as nurse logs. Their memories, their lives, their children, their passions, their faces, their senses of humor, their wisdom, their spirits, their beautiful beautiful beautiful spirits are nurturing us, feeding us, giving us strength to go on, to demand change, to bring research to our friends, to fight against death death death so much death. Their falling leaves a hole in the forest canopy, but their souls are bringing new life to our movement and nutrients to keep us growing.
“And someday this forest will cover the world.”
As someone who lost my mother to breast-cancer far too young (pretty much the same age as Beth), this piece hits me hard. Tears, memories, so very much brought up. And, you may find it strange to share this Christmastime, but I always remember that first Christmas after my mom died. Really, though, I see this as a powerful way to honor her.
Blessing to each of you this Christmas. Love well, love strong, love.
Audacity
It’s audacious
Hubristic, really
To think these words
A silly spackle of thought
Might, maybe, change things
Dampen a bit of rage
Create a little love
Maybe, just maybe,
My audacity might
Bear fruit
Hope echoes
Within
A Thanksgiving Haiku For You
A Thanksgiving Haiku For You
This morning’s calmness
The cost of rage
Your Best Work Isn’t “Nothing”
As you may have noticed, I think very highly of Seth Godin. This blog post gave words to an idea I’ve been considering:
Money for nothing
A Garlic Question
A question of mine
How many cups of garlic
Becomes “too many”?
Ah, I adore garlic, and am not afraid. Fortunately, my wife shares my delight.