The sticky wonks


If your love comes in the form of a pie, bake it.

If it comes in the form of a craft, make it.

If it comes in a song, or a picture, or a walk along a shore, sing it, snap it, take it.

Whatever it is that keeps that love streaming from your soul, the thing that lights others lips with glee, the one that shows them they mean it all to you: keep at it.

We need the kite flyers, and the bakers, the tinkerers, and the makers.

We need the whole bits, and the crooked nails, the sticky wonks, and the wavy tails.

We need it all to make this project move where it is supposed to go: all in.

All of us.

Every bit and bobble and weave.

Every shade and note and ducted together with string.

We build the masterpiece with each other, because everyone has their parts, and isn’t it all just a sum of those?

Yes my darlings, the intricacy of our mosaic love is held together by our pieces and our peace.

Let’s get making! 

Published by beforeverlovely

be forever lovely, upon all whom you heed, for we together yearn, the peace within that's freed. © Barbara Lynn Lund 2010

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