Sitting with a bowl of fresh picked blueberries, I pop a handful in my mouth. Holding their sweetness, closing my eyes to absorb the flavor. I have waited months for this taste and will not take it for granted. This small celebratory act seems like the perfect way to honor Andrea Gibson whose words always reminded me to be present to the gifts of being alive. Tears fall for the loss of this poet today; mine, and many, many others. Andrea is someone I have never met and someone who changed me. How beautifully unimaginable to have lost someone so dear after only knowing them from their poems that offered a rope of connection, courage to live heart wide open, inspiration to keep going. I will cherish my small bowl of blue magic in honor of all the words Andrea put into the world.
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"Imagine a garbage can," she said, "whatever size you desire."
My garbage can was the extra large green container the type you pull to the curb so big you can't lift it. I saw myself throwing in rocks of worry, dirt clods of sorrow, and flinging feelings of anxiety. All these emotions turned into things I could hold and heave. They all landed in the can with a satisfying sound.
"Now watch it be hauled away by the truck."
I wanted that relief of seeing it all carried away but instead I said, "I need another one."
Her voice replied, "You can have as many as you need."
This morning I missed seeing the beautiful distraction that you are, that you have always been.
You grinning at the hummingbird in the window. You stomping down the stairs to begin the day rushing in to kiss me on the cheek. You humming while sweeping through the doorway
I missed the generosity of you and now it is Thursday already.
When did I fall so heavily asleep to have lost my noticing?
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Photo taken in Lisbon, Portugal. I fell in love with the murals there.
Join us over at dVerse Poets' Pub for Open Link Night. Link one poem of your choice and have fun reading the poetry of others in this welcoming community. - HERE.
and they signed up to become listeners for the collective pledging their ears to receive the full telling of each without rejection of a single tale or truth
a willingness to learn this craft of the heart essential for survival of the whole
most understood this was more than an occupation it would become their way of being for a lifetime
to cradle the words of each speaker holding tender the unthinkable