The Hem

If we’re not supposed to dance,
Why all this music?

(Line from a Gregory Orr poem)

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sometimes we pray and meditate
sometimes we sing and dance...laugh and emote
sometimes we call out to God
surrender
swell
crack open
pour out

sometimes we forget to pay a bill
sometimes we buy shampoo...or make a phone call
sometimes we dust
sometimes we pick our noses
mundane
human
puzzling
strange

in between is wonder, awe and mystery
the threads stitching the two worlds together
hemmed
the sunlight on the leaves
quiet shadows
petals slowly revealing
clouds
ladybugs in your child's hand
hugs

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I am happy to live on the hem.

Photo - A painted rock in the landscaping of a elementary school yard.
I took this picture last winter.