this weekend, and this week, have been full.
i’ve been surrounded by people- good, great, people but nonetheless, a lot of them.
i’ve been reminded to connect with the artist in me.
i’ve been reminded to be courageous.
i’ve been reminded that who i am is enough.
it’s been good, it’s also been pretty tough.
being at the summit, and just not knowing if i’ll ever see some of these people ever again… that was really hard yesterday. even if i only see them for two days, once a year, some of those people are precious for all that. because we are a family, we’re a community. and so i don’t mind giving up things for this family, i don’t begrudge the extra time. sure, sometimes i moan and complain about it, but hard work and long hours are in my blood, and when it’s something that i believe in, and somewhere that i love, and filled with people who believe in and love the same things i do… well, that’s just the icing on the cake.
i wrote some poetry, i made some art, i felt some connections.
it was good.
(i wrote this poem during one of the sessions when i should have been paying attention… but Jessie, from Miami, had given me such a powerful image that it just had to get out. so. here.)
(i couldn’t figure out how to get rid of the extra lines that keep getting put in there, so it’s a lot more spacious that i intended. well. that’s ok. the real spacing/ formatting is here)
a tree (inspired by Jessie. and Psalm 1.3, Jeremiah 17.8)
She will be like a tree planted by the river
sending her roots deep into the water.
She will be like a tree –grown from a seed, planted firmly.
She will be like a tree, strong trunk, firmly planted, weathering the storm, unafraid of drought, or heat, with roots… rooted in the deep.
rooted in the deep, deep water. wading through the shallows, cutting through the dirt, settled in the deep waters.
She will be like a tree grown by a river, ringed by sorrows.
ringed by joys.
fed on the dirt, the dank, the underbelly of the earth.
fed, rooted, planted in the dirt, in the reality of life, of community,
rooted through the throw-away, the decomposing, the shit. reaching deep, bringing forth the newness of life.
She is a tree, planted deep in the water.
currents move, things flow, seasons change and She.
She is a tree planted by the river with roots planted deep in the water.
heat and drought come, but She will still produce fruit.
ringed: ringed with life. ringed with the holy & the present & the mud & the dirt & the grime & the fruit…?
the fruit is good.
She is a tree, a tall, sheltering, productive tree, lined and ringed with a life fully lived.
planted firmly in the mire by a river, flowing, living, changing, and her roots go deep. and her fruit is good.
are a tree replanted in eden. bearing fresh fruit every month. never dropping a leaf. always