Tag Archive: love


The Windy Day


I went kayaking with some friends on Saturday.  It was blustery and cold and perfect.  We went out to Reed Bingham State Park.  It was gorgeous!  We paddled up river for about 2 hours then turned around and came back.  I love the feeling of being out on the water –  maneuvering between cypress knees and through shallow bogs and narrow passages.  I love the feeling that something unknown and wonderful could await just around the next bend.  I love the beautiful hush of the river passing through the deep woods.  There’s something profoundly healing about being out in nature…something that, as author John Eldridge wrote, let’s you know there is room for your soul.  Every time I get out on a garden path or hike a trail or kayak a river I can fill my chest expand…can feel as though I have room to breathe – to belong.  I’ve decide to do this more often… I am not going to wait until I am so stressed out i can barely function to do something healing and nice for myself.   I am going to have a standing appointment with myself to go out and have a good time…t o surround myself with something beautiful and give myself permission to be…

Hope


I am going to be ok… I have been working so hard and making so much progress.  I am excited about my future for the first time in as long as I can remember.   I feel so full of hope and promise.  I feel like I’m getting the hang of things.  I know what I want and I know what I need to do with my life.  It’s a nice feeling – I know I don’t have everything together – but I know I will be happy one day.   Strange, this feeling of hope.  I think I’ll just enjoy it for once.

Little Girl Blue


Little girl, pigtails and blue-jeans

all muddy and smiling so big!

I love to watch you fling out your arms

and twirl in the sunshine. You see

the world through uniqe eyes that

accept with blind faith the beauty

and wildness of the world was created for you.

You know instinctively that  joy is

your reason for being.  You take delight

everywhere you find it and accept

without question that happiness is yours.

Perhaps I will come twirl with you today –

and you can show me the world through your eyes.

Wild Goodness


My husband has coined the phrase wild goodness to describe things that are good in a major way… sometimes even in a dangerous way… like a walk in a storm, sex on the beach in the middle of the day, a large sum of unexpected money… something that touches you on a primal level and speaks to the goodness and wildness that is God’s love for us.   We try so hard to fit God into a box, to make him fit within parameters that are comfortable to us and when He doesn’t fit we get discouraged, frustrated and afraid.   I know I do.  I want God to be predictable and stable and quiet and unobtrusive; but I am glad He is not those things.  Deep down, I am glad He is wild and dangerous and good in ways that are beyond my comprehension.  I am glad He is a God of Passion, a God of fierceness, a God of untold beauty and strength… a God of storms and sex and roller-coasters… a God of music and art… of lovers and warriors and dancers… a God of grace and peace…  I want to live a life of wild goodness… of abandon.  God help me to see You as You are.

Distant Thunder


I hear the rumbling in the distance and it calls to me…

Secrets whisper, then shout to be heard

Wind caresses – then punishes…

So turbulent… so peaceful.

I long to enter the storm and disappear.

The Offering


I come to you with my offering

arms full – eyes brimming…

but as I pour out my love

it turns to sand… my tears

to dust… and I realize

I have nothing to offer.

No oil, no myrhh…

I come to you empty-

begging to be filled.

 

 

For my Husband


Unbidden, thoughts of you crowd my mind…

I cannot elude your smile,

your voice.

I feel myelf slowly consumed by you

as I seek a more intimate

connection.

I wish to bond to you, to mold myself

completely to your skin, your heart

your spirit.

I seek to lose myself in your wonderment

your love, your passion and

wild goodness.

I want at once to be your child, wife,

mother, lover, teacher and

devotee.

I want to worship at your alter in a

pagan ritual of lust and sex

and blood.

I approach idolatry in my

devotion to you. May God

forgive me.

I fear I cannot escape this – but more

still – I fear I shall choose

to abide.