Hi there, you remarkable women.
I wrote us a poem.
I hope you like it.
In these weeks we are together,
Treat your hearts to ruthless grace,
Take a bath with a cauldron of cheese-its
Sit them on the side, or eat them after,
Layed out on a blanket, a carpet picnic
in warm house during snowy dark.
Prop up a laptop and
watch Grace and Frankie or Queer Eye or
Some other soothing thing that gives you
renewed hope for humanity.
Or for those who prefer this,
Let your ears hear silence,
a sonata, ABBA, or the
quiet voice of a nice round stone.
We, as women, are called to care for people,
and to do things.
We are also called to care for ourselves
formost of those people.
And to be ourselves,
lest we forget.
These weeks are a time for remembering
that we are not alone
that we were brought here by mothers
flawed and beautiful,
to be mothers, flawed and beautiful
to ourselves, and perhaps, to others.
None of our beings,
None of our doings,
None of our restings,
None of our makings,
We were made
to be on this tree,
to be this tree,
At times as leaves, as branches,
At times as fruit and dormant root.
In this latter half of winter,
In this February of darkness,
amidst garish red hearts,
and the cold quiet of resting love,
Let’s build warm home
for ourselves in our hearts.
Let your body feel welcomed
by your heart, by your soul, and
by every raised eyebrow,
curiously looking toward spring.
Welcome to Gateless Writing.
Thank you for joining our small, lovely tribe.
I look forward to seeing you soon.