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Notes From the Woods: A Scripture
I found myself there, surrounded
in communal worship, and the woods spoke
to me, she said:
shush dear, just walk. we reveal ourselves
when we’re meant to -
see, that wave from the leaves
or the slither of snakes and lizards -
go ahead, tap that mushroom on the
head, and look for our present
blessings, quite, and notice the whimsy in
our Liturgy.
Delights:
I
And then he said,
“I think we learn more than we hurt.”
And my shoulders softened
my heart melted
and I relaxed into his arms
to kiss his face
and love him.
II
Seeing the light come through
my bathroom window.
It sparkles and looks like a
mosaic of sun or moon light.
I think sometimes we just have to sit and wait. Let the seeds do the work, which we have already planted. They need time to sow before the roots begin to grow
flowing beneath the earth, unseen, unheard. And then- we can see the tiniest of green popping up out of the soil bringing light into the world. Then we can act. When the light has pushed through the black. Until then, we wait.
because sometimes, the seeds don't take, we must bend down, hands digging again, to plant new seeds- start over again.
— l.rubando 1.11.2023
III
Everything around me disgusts me with its beauty.
The love I feel is deafening.
The loudest noise I could ever feel.
You know, like that noise that goes down into the depths of your heart?
That terror that arises because to feel so deeply can be dangerous.