The unknowns are up early;
they browse through the bronze
porch bells. Crows
call and late
apples blaze
toward western emptiness.
In your illness,
 the edges hesitate;
 like the revolt
of workers, they
will take a while.

Here comes the fond
mild winter; other
realms are noisy
and unanimous. You tap
the screen and dream
while waiting; four
kinds of forever
visit you today:
something, nothing,
everything and art,
greater than you are
and of your making.

~Brenda Hillman

I find new ways to love when I’m stuck…

inquiry for today~ may you be forever blue and true…

how to be in love…

Pausing and being still enough to notice love within and around is a deeply powerful and countercultural act. It challenges the notion that it is better to be busy and occupied. It refuses the call to be constantly distracted and perpetually plugged in.
~Charles Lattimore Howard