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 eigh...
Women's Spiritual Poetry