Thank you for sharing this oh, so beautiful moment. Your words are reminding me to tend the soil of my life and love this place I am in despite ... um, all the things that make me take the ordinary moments for granted.
Culvert, cattails, clover - such wonderful alliteration. And all of it, really a gorgeous reminder. There’s a specific feeling that I can’t describe in words, that you regularly achieve, like a magic trick, a magical touch, soft, and comforting. Thank you. 🙏
Thank you for sharing this oh, so beautiful moment. Your words are reminding me to tend the soil of my life and love this place I am in despite ... um, all the things that make me take the ordinary moments for granted.
Thank you for this, James. Those first soft moments of spring are like resurrection, aren't they?
What a precious moment you describe James. His hand on your arm, allowing the noticing of the magic in the ordinary. Thank you for this.
Culvert, cattails, clover - such wonderful alliteration. And all of it, really a gorgeous reminder. There’s a specific feeling that I can’t describe in words, that you regularly achieve, like a magic trick, a magical touch, soft, and comforting. Thank you. 🙏
A beautiful moment, beautifully expressed in the poem -- my favorite line is "when he touches my arm as if to say, Wait," because it's so immediate.
I love the prompt!!! Thank you 🙏💖✍️
Good morning James! So happy to join your Substack community! Thanks for all the gentle nurture you invoke in our poetic lives.
Oh, that red-winged blackbird song. I can hear it now.
I’m there with you, friend. Beautiful!
Redwing, breath call “wait!,”
“take refuge” in “bare moment.”
Cozy warm real here.