are we not like the earth?
the green easing into the brown?
the blue jutting against the reds, the wet rejoicing loudly against the parched?
are our souls not like the earth serged together,
as a weird, ever-changing topography entrapped with unexplainables & iridescence?
we cannot allow the distance of miles or the threat of difference
escape our very beings
of barefoot & proud
laced up & weak
regal & broken into
we are something beautiful.
we are one of each other
& of us.
your brother’s keeper is you.
your sister’s protector is us.
do you realize that the sand you throw
in the fight against our neighbor gets in your eyes too?
do we care?
we cannot hold out on love any longer.
just as our sphere of weird & lovely, we create a masterpiece.
one of flavors, chock full of the unexpected & the radiant.
joy is realized together, as we congregate around:
chop, dice, sear – whatever.
let’s each bring our ingredient,
who doesn’t enjoy a table of stories?
who doesn’t long for recipes?
our ingredients count.
what traditions make (made) us
who we see (saw),
what we hear (heard).
we cannot blend enough.
because in the process of the boil,
of the stewing, we are one feast.
we are love.
everyone is different – on purpose.
differences to share.
our adobe oven accepts everyone the same.
we are naturally like the earth yes, all the mountains, valleys, flatlands, tundras.
we are the yolks, we all can be the sous chefs.
bring your bowls.
put on your appetites.
let us be quenched by the flavors of our harvest.
let our bellies rejoice in the wisdom & laughter we consume.
let us know what joy means.
joy means we.
joy means us.
sharing love at the same table.
i am writing as a 31 day challenge joining the nester in her quest to write for 31 days straight. you will be encouraged to find her words & images if you’ve never heard of her. she’s an inspiration for sure. of course i was supposed to post yesterday, the 1st of october. would you allow some grace please? i am on board now, and i’m hungry for joy.