I have had a similar thought so many times over the last few months. If feels like the world has gone mad, and yet nature keeps showing up. The birds keep singing.
And then this line--
"My mind
is a wild mess of a thing, and yet
there is wisdom buried deep in my belly
that is wildly, roaringly powerful."
Oh yes! Thank you so much for this, Julia. This poem is so powerful.
Thank you, Jenna. Abundant thank yous to you. This world is so damn heavy right now and it’s such comfort to know that you are here doing this wild humaning with me. xo
That opening line--
"The world is a mad disaster, and yet
the hummingbird still comes to my feeder
to sip sweetness."
I have had a similar thought so many times over the last few months. If feels like the world has gone mad, and yet nature keeps showing up. The birds keep singing.
And then this line--
"My mind
is a wild mess of a thing, and yet
there is wisdom buried deep in my belly
that is wildly, roaringly powerful."
Oh yes! Thank you so much for this, Julia. This poem is so powerful.
Thank you, Jenna. Abundant thank yous to you. This world is so damn heavy right now and it’s such comfort to know that you are here doing this wild humaning with me. xo
"and yet there is wisdom buried deep in my belly that is wildly, roaringly powerful."
I love this line. Thank you.
(I think I posted my daily write in the wrong place. Sorry!)
I hear this poem. I bend the knee of my heart to it. Thank you wholesouledly for these and yets.