The way your childhood bicycle moves through the lushness and beauty of this scene--it feels to me like entering a Time Machine, Elizabeth. A great poem like this makes me wonder what ordinary thing I'm doing today will seem drenched in prayer looking back many years from now...
The child I was never suspected how vivid a memory she was collecting, or how much that memory would teach me about connection with God. Time machines everywhere...!
I just spent the morning in my yard with the plants, wasps and interesting birds. It is here that I feel God’s song in my heart. I can’t say it as well as you but then again I didn’t have to. You expressed it beautifully.
This told me take a walk among nature in the most beautifully and poetic way possible. Great images and strong word choice. My absolute favorite line has to be: "to hum in harmony with drunken bees" clever and sweet sounding.
I'm so glad the poem spoke to you, LeeAnn, and I know just what you mean about finding spiritual connection in sharing food, coffee, time, stories.... 🍏💛🌿
This poem is up there as one of my favorites of yours! Beautiful cadence, beautiful flow, a little bit directive but so open. So glad you shared this piece!☀️
So, so beautiful. Also...did we grow up in the same town?! Because we lived in a house with an abandoned apple orchard for a few years as well; the little city where I grew up was kind of built on apples, and now it's mostly vineyards.
Glad to find that in common with you, Wes! And truth be told I've never baked an apple pie either, though I watched my mom do it roughly a hundred times.
Sometimes another's words manage to fulfill many desires all at once. Here, though I already felt connection, I am reassured that our conversations with god or goddess would sound very much the same. That makes me smile. Here, I am also reminded of the girl who ate apples endlessly from the gnarled tree in the yard of the tiny lakeside cottage her parents owned when she was a kid, and it is a sweet, sweet memory. I'm sure there will be old orchards in whatever comes next for us. Thanks for this!
So glad to discover even more ways that we're kindred spirits, Elizabeth! Love to the kid in you from the kid in me; they'll find each other in the orchard one day to be sure! 🍏💛🌿
Straight from the heart!
The way your childhood bicycle moves through the lushness and beauty of this scene--it feels to me like entering a Time Machine, Elizabeth. A great poem like this makes me wonder what ordinary thing I'm doing today will seem drenched in prayer looking back many years from now...
The child I was never suspected how vivid a memory she was collecting, or how much that memory would teach me about connection with God. Time machines everywhere...!
Thank you always for reading, Ann. 🍏💛🌿
Beautifully written. I too agree that all of God's beauty can be experienced in the tiniest morsel of fruit. Everything is everywhere.
Thanks for reading, Mike -- I'm glad it spoke to you.
I just spent the morning in my yard with the plants, wasps and interesting birds. It is here that I feel God’s song in my heart. I can’t say it as well as you but then again I didn’t have to. You expressed it beautifully.
God loves gardens -- and gardeners! Such a treat to hear from you, Joan. 🍏💛🌿
This told me take a walk among nature in the most beautifully and poetic way possible. Great images and strong word choice. My absolute favorite line has to be: "to hum in harmony with drunken bees" clever and sweet sounding.
So glad you enjoyed the poem, Daniel. If it inspires you to take a walk outside, it's done its job!
Your apple pie tastes like heaven, Margaret :)
So glad to have you share it with me, Fotini! 🍏💛🌿
Moving back and forth between the mystics and nature like this is impressive. Lovely!
Thank you, Thomas -- glad you enjoyed it!
Oh, I just love this this much. That's where I find spiritual connection--in a pie or cup of coffee, in something shared.
I'm so glad the poem spoke to you, LeeAnn, and I know just what you mean about finding spiritual connection in sharing food, coffee, time, stories.... 🍏💛🌿
This poem is up there as one of my favorites of yours! Beautiful cadence, beautiful flow, a little bit directive but so open. So glad you shared this piece!☀️
Thanks so much for reading, Brian! 🍏💛🌿
I can just see you as you “hum in harmony with the drunken bees”.
No place for negative theology as your poem so beautifully elucidates.
Takes me back to my grandma’s old orchard—thank you for stirring up those pleasurable
memories!
Thanks so much for reading and remembering with me, Looocinda. 🍏💛🌿
Thank you. Living fully into our senses is a way to find God for sure.
Who gave us our senses anyhow?!? Thanks so much for reading, Donna.
So, so beautiful. Also...did we grow up in the same town?! Because we lived in a house with an abandoned apple orchard for a few years as well; the little city where I grew up was kind of built on apples, and now it's mostly vineyards.
Definitely sister-towns! So glad you like the poem, Margaret Ann.
Oh that was wonderful, Elizabeth - we come from the very same school of mysticism but I have never baked an apple pie.
Glad to find that in common with you, Wes! And truth be told I've never baked an apple pie either, though I watched my mom do it roughly a hundred times.
When they say, "easy as pie," that's a little bit misleading.
No fooling...!
Reminds me of comedian Eddie Izzard’s
famous line “Death or cake “
🙂
The poem is like the difference between Christianity and Judaism:
The ethereal and the earthy
Definitely another way to look at it!
I suspect I'll be sharing this one with off-stack friends. Thanks for it.
Grateful to have you reading and sharing, Jenn. 🍏💛🌿
Sometimes another's words manage to fulfill many desires all at once. Here, though I already felt connection, I am reassured that our conversations with god or goddess would sound very much the same. That makes me smile. Here, I am also reminded of the girl who ate apples endlessly from the gnarled tree in the yard of the tiny lakeside cottage her parents owned when she was a kid, and it is a sweet, sweet memory. I'm sure there will be old orchards in whatever comes next for us. Thanks for this!
So glad to discover even more ways that we're kindred spirits, Elizabeth! Love to the kid in you from the kid in me; they'll find each other in the orchard one day to be sure! 🍏💛🌿
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