have you ever thought about how puzzle pieces are not square? they aren’t round, they aren’t rectangles. the pieces that make up the puzzle itself. they have swoops and dips, dollops and wiggly bits. they are made whole, then cut to their own whatever-size-final-piece-count-to-be shaken up. the purpose of puzzles is so we can playContinue reading “when it looks different than the box”
Author Archives: beforeverlovely
learning to rest. grateful for nature. wondering what if? knowing, no matter what: my Creator loves me.
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I start pulling the obvious weeds. Ripping with vigor at the thoughts that won’t leave. I wonder if she liked to garden, on her summers off, brave soul that died protecting her classroom kids. I plunge my hands beneath the dirt, digging up worms and grief. Refugees flood my mind, the yellow and blue ofContinue reading “. . .”
they got it wrong
hi. i rarely can say that my thoughts are solid, as i continue to grow, learn & unlearn based on life coming at us superspeedtrainstyle. growing up, my parents took care to let us know we were loved always by showing up. they disciplined us with safety & love in mind. they had special traditionsContinue reading “they got it wrong”
peace be with you
we talked : mostly about fire and water. but about life. beginning middle end. it was just enough to fill our cups without overflow. although perhaps we did just enough burning to become thirsty again.
sometimes you are going to be planted where you wouldn’t have picked. you have two choices: wither or seek the sun and trust the Creator has you planted where needed, & bloom anyway.
hope may be feathers found wind felt sing songs enjoyed. it could be juicy nectar delights dribbling, drabbling right round. soft cracks in the shell of spring sure to delight. for the bats darling… clear galaxies of catalystic flight. lessons breaking free from passage to raw growth (much anticipated) or cobbled bits after grief hasContinue reading “catalystic flight”
osmosis: prelude to the thrum
i have found God in the thrum, thrum, thrum of a bass guitar, on the hill of the dry side of a beach, with a band from across the pond, singing through their doubts of faith. it made me weep. He: Creator, God of ALL, Light of Every Being – evaporated goodness from their efforts,Continue reading “osmosis: prelude to the thrum”
if we; even though; i am
if we leave out or exclude, because they aren’t blood. i am thankful to be learning about 100% inclusion. if we shame or scold because they aren’t saved. i am thankful that maybe the peace i receive from my relationship with my Creator could help someone else experience peace too: even if, even though. ifContinue reading “if we; even though; i am”
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,Continue reading “The sticky wonks”