cake through a straw

I fantasized about taking the dog – your pious friend – for a chilly walk
over uneven sidewalks and battleground.

In my mind you are a series of photographs.
A smorgasboard surrounded by meat.
The crime scene dossier in an Angelina Jolie movie.

You are one of the kindest
simple beauties.

Let’s go out
in the garden. Let’s get dirty.

Your hands are skittish, but you’ll touch me
with the length of your body
and
earnest
respect.

I am so so so grateful to live in proximity to water!

“

WHY I AM HAPPY
by William Stafford

Now has come, an easy time. I let it
roll. There is a lake somewhere
so blue and far nobody owns it.
A wind comes by and a willow listens
gracefully.

I hear all this, every summer. I laugh
and cry for every turn of the world,
its terribly cold, innocent spin.
The lake stays blue and free; it goes
on and on.

And I know where it is.

—

Baby OWL

“Missoula Song” by Jewel - seriously.

The Hopi Elders Speak

We Are the Ones
We’ve Been Waiting For

You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour.

Now you must go back and tell the people that this is The Hour.

And there are things to be considered:

Where are you living?

What are you doing?

What are your relationships?

Are you in right relation?

Where is your water?

Know your garden.

It is time to speak your Truth.

Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!

There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.

Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water. See who is in there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all, ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves!

Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.

All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

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