Confession: Where I come from, this is how we do math:
seeds + earth
= the purest of happiness
Look what my dad made me:
Last night he called to say “Do you want to come over? I have something for you.”
He’s pretty great.
(I think I would have said that even if he hadn’t made me a surprise hotbed, but you can’t be sure… and I never was good at hypothetical questions.)
So guess what I was doing today, when I was supposed to be making progress on an important document for a friend?
I needed this. Digging and turning, breathing and planting, losing and hoping.
The purest of happiness.
Did you know that if you cut bare forsythia branches and put them in water, they’ll bloom?
My sis in law April taught me so. It took mine a full week, but the magic came.
i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)