Every line feels like an invitation to honor our own stirrings, to share and connect, to "scatter our gold everywhere." This poem is heart-medicine.
PS: I am quite certain that I will think of this poem every time I see a Goldfinch from now on. I am so delighted to see one of my photos alongside your gorgeous words. Thank you, friend.
This poem, Julia. Oh my goodness. YES.
"this pulse of life coaxing
us closer—like the goldfinch
gifting the maple with her splash
of gold."
Every line feels like an invitation to honor our own stirrings, to share and connect, to "scatter our gold everywhere." This poem is heart-medicine.
PS: I am quite certain that I will think of this poem every time I see a Goldfinch from now on. I am so delighted to see one of my photos alongside your gorgeous words. Thank you, friend.
Ah, the goldfinch! Grace made visible. Splashing gold, an annunciation. Thank you, dame goldfinch; thank you, Julia.
Thank you for taking the time to read me, dear Thomas. Your presence matters so much to me. Sending you so much love as we begin this new year.