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FRONDS AND GIGGLE by Mare Cromwell

This poem surfaced on a sunny day in Thailand…

...where I am presently healing from cancer, and the exhaustion of gestating my third book The Great Mother Bible. I’m staying in a spiritual/healing retreat center and swimming in deep waters to unwind the emotional tension within me that has festered far too long, and caused this dis-ease. As I was sitting in my bedroom door watching the butterfly and small palm-ish bushes in front of me, this poem burbled up.

Fronds and Giggle
by Mare Cromwell

The fronds
dance in the breeze,
no attachment to the butterfly
just landed and then
swung off in a
limitless moment of
airborne lilt.
no past, no
future of angst
cording the winged one to
despair or hope beyond
the joy of each flitter
to the next flower
opening wide to the
sun’s daily laugh
and the plant’s
giggle.

Mare Cromwell is an award-winning author, plant intuitive, sacred gardener, and former worm herder. She has studied for eighteen years with Native American medicine people and sits on The World Council for Wisdom Gatherings. Her most recent book is 'Messages from Mother: Earth Mother.' Her first book is: 'If I Gave You God’s Phone Number: Searching for Spirituality in America'. She calls Western Maryland home and thinks Sacred Silliness absolutely ranks. She just published her third book 'The Great Mother Bible'. You may connect with Mare through her Messages From Mother website here, her book press here, or her For The Earth blog here


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  1. Thank you, Catherine... you are such a gift to all of us. Your compassion, your wisdom, your sacred presence here and vision to create and maintain this beautiful website of poetry. Hugs, and love to you, sister-friend.... xoxox

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