Such an important message, Mary, delivered from the spaciousness of you.
In a relationship in my past, we had a Friday nite routine of taking turns writing and listening to spontaneous poems. We filled books doing this. I was always amazed at what wanted expression, if given the space and permission. This poem reminds me of that.
Space and permission... the current iteration of this world provides neither. Oh, what beauty comes when given both! Thank you, Kathleen, for sharing this hit of gorgeous truth in poetic form. So appreciate you... xox
I've had my share of those kinds of memos lately - some written by others and some written by my own fragile soul. Your poem helped me re-set...and to get back to what I know I can accomplish...
Oh Jack... the ones written by our own fragile souls are far more devastating than anything cooked up by others. I'm so glad the poem opened the door for you to remember your own tremendous capabilities! Because they are, indeed, tremendous.
Feeling unmemo’d. Great audio addition! Nothing like hearing the author read it out loud. I read it first and came back to listen while reading it a second time. It hit different, it hit wise. And gentle. Thanks, Mary!
"Unmemo'd" -- a great title! Thanks for the comment on the audio, Tonika; I'd fallen off doing them for my poems, and it's nice to know they add something...👍
Unheralded self healing isn’t even the new thing; it’s the only thing.
Thank you, Mary, for your gifts. 💚
Amen, Graciel. The ONLY thing.
Such an important message, Mary, delivered from the spaciousness of you.
In a relationship in my past, we had a Friday nite routine of taking turns writing and listening to spontaneous poems. We filled books doing this. I was always amazed at what wanted expression, if given the space and permission. This poem reminds me of that.
floating in the ether
palpable in silence
captured on a sun beam
or the rustling of the leaves
carried in the water
held in the earth beneath our feet
who listens to its message?
is present to the unseen
cuts through the mire
& all the dread and the gloom
layered over our world
obscuring what is true?
oh, listen there.
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Space and permission... the current iteration of this world provides neither. Oh, what beauty comes when given both! Thank you, Kathleen, for sharing this hit of gorgeous truth in poetic form. So appreciate you... xox
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Fabulous - lovely poem...
I've had my share of those kinds of memos lately - some written by others and some written by my own fragile soul. Your poem helped me re-set...and to get back to what I know I can accomplish...
Oh Jack... the ones written by our own fragile souls are far more devastating than anything cooked up by others. I'm so glad the poem opened the door for you to remember your own tremendous capabilities! Because they are, indeed, tremendous.
Thanks Mary - very kind of you.
Feeling unmemo’d. Great audio addition! Nothing like hearing the author read it out loud. I read it first and came back to listen while reading it a second time. It hit different, it hit wise. And gentle. Thanks, Mary!
"Unmemo'd" -- a great title! Thanks for the comment on the audio, Tonika; I'd fallen off doing them for my poems, and it's nice to know they add something...👍
For me, they truly do.
Oh, and check out this lady’s cheeky poetry, she is new to Substack, but her poems (and delivery) have cracked me up a few times: https://open.substack.com/pub/writewhalley?r=xi283&utm_medium=ios
Will do!
Beautiful true words, Mary! xoxo
Thanks, Barbara! xox
Thank you for the encouraging reminder! ❤️ It’s a full time job to ignore all of the propaganda memos!! 😜
Exactly! They're so pervasive and persuasive!
I am once again moved and edified by your words. Thank you for continuing to share.
So kind of you to comment, Doron! Helps me continue...😊
Thanks for putting a smile in my day !
XOX
Happy it had that effect, Michael! xox