The Glitter from the Grit: A Blessing for Wild Things

May you choose to sift the glitter from the grit of life.

May you sharpen those internal soul tools that make self excavation possible, even when messy.

May you choose to pursue your life purpose fearlessly, no matter what bills are due.

May you realize that you don’t need to be inspired to create, and you don’t need to clean the house or the catbox first.

within the folds of her holy dress

In the folds of your dress
your holy garment
I bury my head
Smelling the sweet fragrance of your love
My little hands hidden in the layers of fabric
I try to be consumed and folded into your dress
I want to disappear into your being-ness
I pull up a fold and surround myself with silken fabric
Soft and giving, silky and strong
It is dark like your skin
and in these folds I can imagine
All the world is well and
I hear your soothing voice
speaking words of grace-filled wisdom