Jane and I spoke this morning, and I am now finding that going back into the poems is a delight. Our theme for this morning was paying attention, how paying attention is prayer. We were each honoring in our late November poems the moment, she with ladybugs and me with butterflies, and we each saw the seasons through our insect friends.
Today, I am driving south to see Terry's new home on 40 acres, the sanctuary she and Joe are creating for all of us, human, plant, animal, mineral, a celebration of life and non-life. I am dressing warmly and fully as it is not only cold, but there are ticks, those friendly little critters that can live 17 years waiting for a mammal to walk by.
May this Monday spark joy in you, and reflection and embers too.
