What a beautiful way to live a life.
When I "no longer believe any other garden was better
than this one, when I want only these weeds and this field."
This comfortably messy house and this comfortably unkempt yard
are my "this very here".
I'd like them to be spotless and well cared for but they
sing a different song and I'm learning to listen
with appreciation and without judgement.
I'm learning to be comfortable with
"no plan for other plots, just a song on my lips
that I sometimes know how to sing and
sometimes have to hush to hear how it goes."
Right now, I'm having to pay strong attention to
hushing to hear how it goes.
May we each find the song to sing
even when its a dirge of grief and sadness.
We are in this together
and we matter.
Namaste'
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