been listening to old gospel and folk songs that praise the river and water.
love listening to mavis staples, lead belly, woodie guthrie, mahalia jackson, gillian welch,
the alvin ailey soundtrack, and many more.
it makes me ache for our third annual revival theme party:
picnic out on the grass,
singing and harmonizing our hearts out,
clapping our hands and banging cow bells,
dancing 'til our bare feet are sore,
taste-testing pies for a grand prize winner.
so grateful to have this river in my backyard.
she heals my heart every time we meet.
there was the perfect breeze...calming my entire soul as it
whisped my hair in every direction,
and allowing me to truly enjoy the sun without its crippling heat.
oh, this grass!
don't you just want to lie in it from sun-up to sun-down?!
this seems to be the perfect place to rest your back against the trunk of the tree,
while memorizing your favorite lines of poetry,
teaching your tongue to speak of beautiful truths.
the orange and purple blossoms swooned my confused heart to a peaceful standstill.
what gifts of beauty we are given!
what more do we need?!
i think this stretch of long grass would be perfect for
a three-legged race.
and these trees would be the perfect cover
for stolen smooches.
this grove would also be ideal for waiting to spot faeries
and their distant cousins, butterflies.
this is a river that brings me true joy,
showing me what this earth can truly be,
and what i can truly become.
honest, simple, solid, true.
shall we gather at the river?
