Grace,
when it comes into a room,
is recognizable
but hard to put a finger on,
impossible to still.
Somewhere between
the plummet into love
and wonder at
a new green upshoot.
It comes
to re-balance us
and is gone.
Tag: Big Magic
A Few Kind Words
That mattered.
Thank you.
Sticky, raw,
and here’s love.
We’re always waiting
for our dreams to shatter,
connect
in the present moment,
in another person’s eyes,
in truth.
Stephanie
She mows her lawn reluctantly,
by hand, lets the wildflowers
grow. Despite her neighbors.
The flowers attract a stranger,
like a butterfly or a bee
to her front door. She opens it
and learns a story.
Inspiration You Don’t Use
Don’t curse feeling too full.
Don’t get cramped or angry
that there’s always more
coming out of you.
Beauty, surprise, ideas—
you can hold them
or let them go.
They so rarely kill
and only if you let them.
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