Praying with Fringes 06/05/2018

Has my heart gone to sleep? Antonio Machado Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming-- its eyes are opened wide … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 06/05/2018

Praying with Fringes 6/12/2014 – though I bear heavy, bewildered wings

pollinator Susan Windle heading for the scent of what i love i land on a wetness that sends me tumbling to the bottom of your cup though i slip, though i stumble, though i bear heavy, bewildered wings, i find in you a slender door i narrow myself through your needle's eye the walls of … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 6/12/2014 – though I bear heavy, bewildered wings

Praying with Fringes 06/10/2014 – Joy

Joy Julie Cadwallader-Staub Who could need more proof than honey— How the bees with such skill and purpose enter flower after flower sing their way home to create and cap the new honey just to get through the flowerless winter. And how the bear with intention and cunning raids the hive shovels pawful after pawful … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 06/10/2014 – Joy