...sometimes even a single feather is enough to fly. (Robert Maclean)


segment from Rumi, Form is Ecstatic

I saw a segment of this poem in an e-mail newsletter from Heartstone Herbal School.

The poem, Form is Ecstastic, is by Rumi.
... A gardener watches the

sky break into song, cloud wobbly with
what it is.  Bud, thorn, the same.

Wind, water, wandering this essential
state.  Fire, ground, gone.  That's

how it is with the outside.  Form
is ecstatic.  Now imagine the inner:

soul, intelligence, the secret worlds!
And don't think the garden loses its

ecstasy in winter.  It's quiet, but
the roots are down there riotous.

oil on canvas
Laurie Riccadonna


 I hope your roots 
are down there riotous!

And that spring comes quickly,
so the raucous and riotous business of life
can start happening above ground!


 Today it felt like the snow 
wanted to start melting...

And the sun was shining,
and it made me so happy that
I started planning and dreaming more.

I don't know about you,
but I'm always happiest 
when I'm dwelling in that liminal space
where so many good things 
are possible.

Let us  
keep our fingers crossed 
that sap will start to flow 


FYI:  If you want to know more about herbs and their green wisdom
or making your own lotions/salves/balms 
or making your own mead and herbal beers,
you should definitely check out Heartstone.
Kris and Tammi are fantastic ladies!

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