It is often the simple things that bring forward the most powerful feelings... … of what it means to be alive. To witness the gratitude of everyday gestures. To take notice of the fleeting glance or the majesty of wings pressed to blue summer sky. All experiences that bring us into this moment. This breath. This life we call our own. Art Collage 'Everything is Soul and Flowering' by Salyna Gracie Learning to Breathe Late afternoon sun, burnishes Pale, bare shoulders Still heat rings with Meadowlark song Swelling waters rush under Sun-dog spotted skies Saskatoons unabashedly bloom amidst Sweeping Swallows dinner call One sweet snout peeks above bitter-brush And Queen Anne's lace This one nibbles forbidden treats proving The futility of fences That one, with a certain gap where one Precious ear was no longer crowned Almost summer, on a day like any other Following a quiet path to No place in particular, everything Lea...
Women's Spiritual Poetry