A Wild Experiment In Praise; an invitation
Wendy Robertson Fyfe
Sunset, Belhaven Bay towards John Muir Country Park, Dunbar, East Lothian, Alba. image: wrf
One November Evening
At the end of the day
I am left stunned,
heart-cracked by magnificence;
with a vast ever-moving-cosmos
who is alive, alive, alive.
Sometimes, I position myself
to see, feel, smell, kneel
with the transitory,
the priceless;
Remember The Primary.
Offer time to praise,
which is, afterall,
offering time to Time.
Even birds can
wade on water.
Wendy Robertson Fyfe
A wild experiment in praise …
Position yourself with the image of the sunset above or/and below, or some being/image/dream who takes your imagination today wherever you are. Write a few lines or more expressing who/what emerges in you. Let’s withness unique and connecting threads. Poems don’t necessarily need a lot of time to catch, but they do need our full presence. Maybe that presence itself is a form of attending praise that makes a difference in our lives and in the world.
The experiment, if you are willing, is to send your response poems/lines/stories/movements in comments below:
* that our words, alive, spread like these clouds across a gloaming sky
* might impact as we reflect animate words in our reading out aloud.
Let’s see what conversation emerges …
What’s to lose …
Might you participate in such a wild experiment in your own way?
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Just to add … this is the kind of wild invitation you can expect for conversations on the Pilgrimage of Soul. Invitations become wilder as we dive-in to the unique conversation the wild ones invite/dream you personally into, the magnificent ones you are born for. Message me below at Abby Of Soul for current Soul Guide spaces and offerings in the coming dark.
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Testimonial
“… Much gratitude for the connection with you and also with Earth - through you, for your unique gift in finding a wave-length to communicate the beauty and awe of the Mother.” Joanna
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May your dark be rich and fruitful
in service
Wendy
Abbey Of Soul
Pink is alive, alive, alive
Pink organ, pink flesh,
pinkie pie, and pink blush
pink flower, pink flush
pink aurora of love's rush.