"Mud. Release after a long winter. Laughter in the summer's heat. A symbol of spring, renewal. A reminder of joy."
This is incredibly good, Heather. A beautiful celebration of joy and delight, I'm grateful you pay attention to these details and share them here with us. Thank you! <3
Oh, wow. I love this so much, Steven. I have a lot of thoughts about Jesus and the specifics of the way he worked in those days, and I'm delighted to add the image of this nearly-mystical creation in the mud.
And the last two lines - OH YES. I was basically out of my seat climbing when I got to the end here. I love it a lot, thank you <3
"May I give myself freedom to reclaim what was declared undesirable" - May this be, also, the movement for us all. Love love this poem, thank you for sharing <3
This is really wonderful, Jimmy, and I love the way you weave such beautiful pieces of wisdom into it throughout. A gorgeous braid. Really love this piece, thank you <3
By the way, I just have to tell you that I would love to see more of your writing on this platform and follow you :) It's beautiful.
This is very beautiful, River Song. I think you capture a precious part of mud's essence. How important and how incredible that this is so very clear and obvious. Thanks for bringing your words <3
This is hilarious and also so wonderful. I think it's especially meaningful when we reanimate familiar stories like this in our own words. Thanks, Chuck!
I love the feeling of this journey as you take us through all these properties. Thank you much for that! Indeed, this is healing, and indeed, it is giving <3
Wow, this one is very magical and very moving. Thank you so much for this, Larry, it feels like the medicine I needed today. There are so many things I love here, not the least of which is that you took me on a journey back through my own childhood, very specifically. Those books are so special <3
Been contemplating the medicine of children, youthfulness, and uninhibited joy in the way of the kokopelli tribe lately - your words resonate so well in the context of all that <3
Another wonderful poem. I continue to love your phrasing choices. " I know what I'll find and...Still I look for it, content" and "Freedom, not far, is the virtue here." Thank you for the reminders.
I love this one today Kaitlin! I was mulling it over before I opened the email and was thinking about how mud is an annoyance when you’re an adult and a wonderland as a child, so I loved reading your words today.
When I was younger,
I used to spend hours making
mud pies and potions;
sitting in the cool
shade with the earth in my hands
my most pressing task.
"Potions" So good! You've captured the magical spirit of childhood perfectly and I see my own time in the dirt and woods perfectly here. Thank you <3
Mud.
A brown, thick, viscous slurry.
In the movies it traps people in its mire.
In ads it’s an abhorrence only removed by the strongest high-priced detergent.
And yet.
I remember.
A long walk with my short-legged white Bichon Frise
after a bitter winter trapped together in the house.
He comes home
exhausted by the joyous romp.
I think I should be troubled by the mess -
But I’m not.
Sounds of boyish giggles as two boys slip and slide through the sprinkler’s shower on my front lawn.
They wipe the mud from their eyes
And then smear it on each other’s chests.
I’m not sure whose grin is bigger.
Mud.
Release after a long winter.
Laughter in the summer’s heat.
A symbol of spring, renewal.
A reminder of joy.
"Mud. Release after a long winter. Laughter in the summer's heat. A symbol of spring, renewal. A reminder of joy."
This is incredibly good, Heather. A beautiful celebration of joy and delight, I'm grateful you pay attention to these details and share them here with us. Thank you! <3
mud
there is something
fun
about playing in it
ask many children
or even some adults
and they will
grin from ear to ear
as they ponder
the possibilities
why might that be?
for me
it goes back to
the Judeo-Christian -Islamic
creation story
combined with
a little understanding
from biology and astrophysics
we are created from the
dust of the earth
and we mostly water
in our bodies
simply speaking
we are MUD
but more than that
we are special mud
created by God or universe
out of the dust from
stars from billions
if years ago
for me that explains
how Jesus used
mud
to heal the blind
and why
he scribbled in the dirt
for the people accusing
the woman of adultery
He was drawing upon
the stuff of creation
the stars
and light
to heal
individual and group
to engage them
in their creation
playing in the mud
enables us to engage
and heal
so, in the words of Jesus
"Go and do likewise"
Oh, wow. I love this so much, Steven. I have a lot of thoughts about Jesus and the specifics of the way he worked in those days, and I'm delighted to add the image of this nearly-mystical creation in the mud.
And the last two lines - OH YES. I was basically out of my seat climbing when I got to the end here. I love it a lot, thank you <3
Thank you
Mud
When given the freedom,
kids will take mud
and make pies
and marbles
and sculptures
to dry.
May I give myself freedom
to reclaim what
was declared
undesirable
and make it into
something beautiful.
YES. Go for it! :)
"May I give myself freedom to reclaim what was declared undesirable" - May this be, also, the movement for us all. Love love this poem, thank you for sharing <3
No Mud, No Lotus
Advised the great Teacher
And what a lovely message
For those that yearn to reach her
Her being Mother Earth
And all her radiant glory
The divine feminine in all of us
Helping to write our story
We spend most our lives
Trying not to get muddy
Until one day we realize
That we’re all made of putty
Waiting to be molded and formed
As we learn to embrace the dirt
We joyfully come to know
That Love is the cure for hurt
The greatest learning occurs
In the midst of Mud and Mire
So lean into all of it
As you kneel right beside Her
This is really wonderful, Jimmy, and I love the way you weave such beautiful pieces of wisdom into it throughout. A gorgeous braid. Really love this piece, thank you <3
By the way, I just have to tell you that I would love to see more of your writing on this platform and follow you :) It's beautiful.
When I lived in Rwanda,
There were to seasons,
Rainy and dry,
Muddy and dusty.
Mud sticking to my shoes,
Muddy paths everywhere,
Mud clinging to me,
Mud clinging to you.
We spend so much energy,
Trying to remove the mud,
Instead of being curious,
Accepting and learning from it.
Mud sticks to you,
We can be muddy
Together.
This one is wonderful wonderful wonderful, Liz. I love it so much.
"We spend so much energy, trying to remove the mud, instead of being curious" <3 Thank you for sharing these beautiful words.
Mud is solitude-
a well-trampled path,
a melting pot of shoe prints,
an April sound.
up sunny bunch
sculpt muddy gunk
chuck sludgy yuck
scrub mushy lump
dump runny rug
munch yummy lunch
strum rusty tub
hug grumpy cub
hush dusky hum
Wow, this is very cool :)
this one is beautifully messy.
thank you for this profound reminder of our rootedness in both childhood and dirt.
Poem day 19
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@kaitlincurtice #apoemadayinmay
Day 19: M U D
from within there comes the feeling that
hiding all the things that seem dirty
weigh us down
then comes a time when
as memory’s power has no hold
the freedom of light shimmering from a friend
their glowing smile reminds us
it’s ok to be who we are
For B.
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@sol_phoenix_mani
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This is very beautiful, River Song. I think you capture a precious part of mud's essence. How important and how incredible that this is so very clear and obvious. Thanks for bringing your words <3
Very nice River Song! It is okay to be who we are!
Mud!
Ground and water colliding
In an intimate dance
Collaboration of counterparts
Becoming something new
Liquid Earth
Solid puddles
Mucky & Viscous
Various states of
In between
Many times, I am earth
Other moments
More water
Today, I am mud!
What a beautiful celebration and dance you present here! Continue to enjoy :) Many blessings, Julie <3
"Collaboration of counterparts," love that!
Allrite, DAMMIT,
ONE MORE TIME:
He made mud with spit and
smushed it on my eyes.
I wash and I see.
That's all I know.
Now get off my ass.
(I think I liked seaside most, it was personal)
I touched on the healing the blind man as well.
Two bible totin' bubbleheads, thinkin outloud. Nice..
Love reading the dialogues between you both :) I learn something often.
Fine Navy company
I see you, Chuck, with all your squishy mud...
Peek a boooooooo.🙂
This is hilarious and also so wonderful. I think it's especially meaningful when we reanimate familiar stories like this in our own words. Thanks, Chuck!
Mud is childhood
unsupervised packs mucking around, free
discovery
Mud is healing
glopped onto bee stings, trailside
salve
Mud is relief
elephants splattering on the savanna, cooling
restoration
Mud is terroir
fertile clay soil gooey with water, nourishing
tilth
Mud is matter
play, medicine, life-
giving
I love the feeling of this journey as you take us through all these properties. Thank you much for that! Indeed, this is healing, and indeed, it is giving <3
This poem hits me very right. Well done!
Mud
“Mud, Mud, glorious mud
nothing quite like it
that cools the blood”
happy, harmonious hungry hippos roar.
“Read it again,” Dad,
our sons squeal. And I do.
Not just once but many renderings:
Spoken, song, dancing, poem…
What a glorious time!
Romping with the wild things,
adventures in the night kitchen,
circles of life and goodnight moon,
creation stories and star cookies in the sky,
monkeys jumping off the bed…
World of wonder beautifully played,
small notes expanding the space,
living quietly in that present moment,
smiling faces and tired eyes holding my heart.
In this world of frenzied urgency,
hyper productivity,
constant measurement
and harmful commodification,
smiling children swimming in mud,
are our healers, repairers of the breaches
of the thin places of our minds and spirits.
Part hippo, part kokopelli, all joy,
The sweetest sounds the world can hear.
Mud, Mud, sacred, saving mud.
Watch out kids, I’m coming in.
Wow, this one is very magical and very moving. Thank you so much for this, Larry, it feels like the medicine I needed today. There are so many things I love here, not the least of which is that you took me on a journey back through my own childhood, very specifically. Those books are so special <3
Been contemplating the medicine of children, youthfulness, and uninhibited joy in the way of the kokopelli tribe lately - your words resonate so well in the context of all that <3
Thank you Jillian! You ring the silence with your insights, words and reflection. Ase!
I really really loved your poem today, Kaitlin. Precious reflections. Thank you so much for sharing it with us <3
.
Mud
.
Mud is a cleanser,
She said,
And for all I want to argue,
I think that must be true.
Why then would I find myself in the garden,
Boots on, pant legs down,
Sleeves rolled up,
Planted in the dirt,
Searching,
Curious but also expectant.
I expect to find,
Many things
Maybe too many
Shimmering treasures wanting a new home,
Transformation,
Seasons shifting.
I know what I’ll find and
Still I look for it, content,
Moving through the
Motions in the mud
To make something new,
To bring pieces together,
Even if it means getting dirty.
.
Wish me be not stifled,
Plastic and clean
Wish me be not robot,
Just another machine.
I want to get out of the house
And romp in the mud,
Go far, wherever my follies take me.
Or maybe I’ll stay close to home -
Freedom, not far, is the virtue here.
Either way, I count nothing out,
Even if it means getting dirty.
Another wonderful poem. I continue to love your phrasing choices. " I know what I'll find and...Still I look for it, content" and "Freedom, not far, is the virtue here." Thank you for the reminders.
Thank you for your appreciation, Steven :) I’m so glad it touches you.
Oh Jillian, so full of wisdom and spark! I hope you keep getting dirty and romping wild!
Thank you so much, Larry! Oh, I promise, I'm not stopping anytime soon ;) I wish for you the same!
I love this one today Kaitlin! I was mulling it over before I opened the email and was thinking about how mud is an annoyance when you’re an adult and a wonderland as a child, so I loved reading your words today.