You are not a troubled guest on this earth,
you are not an accident amidst other accidents
you were invited from another and greater night
than the one from which you have just emerged.
from What to Remember When Waking, David Whyte
These are the words that echoed through me as I walked in the rain to feed chickens, my clothes soaked through, tears mixed with rain. It was just that kinda poem.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I pulled together those pieces I'd been playing with on our Tropical Oasis retreat to see what I could do with them. Sitting on my work table, they began to feel like, resemble, bones. It is material we are beginning with in Women Who Run With the Wolves, finding and reclaiming bones. Thus, a vague plan emerges for creativity. Such excitement! And all coupled with the starting of our book group this Sunday!
|Stuff on the table today.|