I know not where these land, though I know where I aim them. I sit or I stand, I spill them out, I pour blood and tears and truth into them, and then I rest them in my hands. I put them to my lips, and I blow, and I send them off like seed, like bird wing in blue gloaming, and I hope they are caught. I hope for them to rest, for them to find eyes that need to read them, ears that need to hear. These are me, all of me, and I give to you all I am, day after day and it’s hope and it’s nothing else. If they’ve wings, I trust they are strong, if they’ve breath, I hope it’s steady.
i like this. i often have similar feelings when i write something. i hope it lands somewhere ...
Goodness, your words fall like dandelion seed, gently and yet strong to grow again.
I often times will write letters to the universe. I’ll hike to a beautiful place and burn them, letting the wind my words where they need to land.
Not only do I catch your words, I've had them done in ink. In 2019, I was part of the Walking Poetry Project you did, and I have "Leaves" on my arm, in your handwriting. It was the inspiration for a twig that became a bit of a family tree - one branch for my daughter, her husband and their son, with green leaves; another branch with a leaf for my son, not yet married. I'll have leaves added as their families grow. There are three fallen leaves in red and orange for my brother, my dad and my grandfather, all influential in my life and now gone from this world. I also had a watercolor butterfly added for a friend who had MS, and just a few weeks before I got the tattoo, she passed from complications of pneumonia at age 47.
That's the wonder and sometimes the challenge of an energetic gift....it is sent, hopefully in good faith with loving intention...but we really lose control then. The place and manner that offering lands is only partially our message sent....but so much depends upon the receiver.
I've been in receipt of your offerings for several years now, and they land with loving care and appreciation. Their authenticity is often why they resonate so very much. In this reader, they will always have a soft place to land.
Keep shining, Lighthouse! 😊