Tag: Practicing the Presence

JOY in holding fast to dreams . . .

JOY in holding fast to dreams . . .

Hope, Joy, Poetry
“It gets to seem as if way back in the Garden of Eden after the Fall, Adam and Eve had begged the Lord to forgive them and He, in his boundless exasperation had said, 'All right, then. Stay. Stay in the Garden. Get civilized. Procreate. Muck it up.' And they did.”  Diane Arbus  surfacing from mother-sea, we came ~ we came shape-shifting and sighing, living before the prescient moon and under the life-giving sun, we climbed mountains and marched into valleys short-lived, we camped by the riverside, we slept in caves, we cleared the forests, built cities that domesticated us we became sophisticated, forgot our rootedness in the archives of heaven, our shared destiny with the earth, we forsook our history and the stars, invented math, maps and compasses,