cold frame

Something new is occurring here

It is calling me into daylight and fresh air

A call to be as near as is possible, 

with all my attention, 

to what is 

here

now.

There is a man in my life

Outside my window

Building a cold frame for our winter salads

In the sun

In the fall wind

Far from what I fear or doubt

I’m called from inside to meet outside

inside is outside

This is the new world

The gold purse is mine.

The sound of the saw is piercing the air.

There is honey in a man moving in the morning sun.

an invitation

surrender

is invited in this moment

and the next

my heart breaks

to be given over

endlessly

how

ever

through laughter

and precious awareness

of love's gift.

the wave

the wave
i feel the wave
wanting its full cresting

the wave is wanting to crest fully

we move in her

He sets mouse traps and takes them away if they work.

He brought me a shovel for my garden, long handled with a small sharp blade.

He does our dishes.

Watching him make my morning coffee endears me to his attentiveness and care.

On the shifting scale of a moments vast embrace

We play

in love 

in life 

and in dying.

The air cools as fall arrives.

In my heart was the key 

to see 

it’s here.

I wanted everything.

World without end.

On the shifting scale of a moments vast embrace

We play

in love 

in life 

and in dying.

The air cools as fall arrives.

I tell the truth 

again and again.

even when I can't make sense of what it is,

he listens.

we carry the seeds for everything that is wanted.

she She me you You

beloved Beloved

sister. brother.

precious life.

we move in Her.