this special day carried my son's words
breathed the sound of leaves
ocean
rain
shimmering
in a sweet, clean bowl
one smooth stone
stillness
hope
this special day leans into that sharp edge
looks into that deep well
yields to fear
and re-birth
celebrates this
fragile, tender
now
of moments given
unfolding
on the other side of a tough few months celebrating all the reasons to be happy to be here, in my life, with my son, my partner, my family, my several resonant communities, my wits ( mostly !! ), my gratitude and my edge.
ReplyDeletelooking forward to writing more often and reading ( again and anew) the bloggers whose work I enjoy and admire.
I am glad that you made it thus this far and did not fall into the bowl h. Nice to see you kiddo.
ReplyDeleteGreat to hear from ya Harlequin. Welcome back.
ReplyDeleteWM--thanks for the kind words.... and the bowl comment. ;) lovely to see you here.
ReplyDeleteMr. C. -- I am glad to be up for being here again. thanks for the kind words How nice to be welcomed back.
Im in awe. These are sweet words to tell.
ReplyDeleteI may be wrong but I think you have addressed this moment before... but never so eloquently.
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts are with you.
Evocative visuals here, HQ, of a shimmering now -- borne again. You un/capture it well!
ReplyDeleteNJ-- thanks for the visit and the kind comments
ReplyDeleteGarth-- I have indeed addressed this moment before....likely on the same date!! thanks for your comment; I appreciate it muchly!
Aporia- lovely to see you here. thanks for these very kind and cogent comments.