This morning
I do not think birds feel shame! This is a human experience and not a bird experience as far as I can imagine!
Beautiful, Jayne. Peace and joy in just being.
Thank you Gary!
I find myself naturally interbeing with the gifts of Mother Earth: trees, flowers, birds…
After all, there is nothing in our world that has not originated with her, the source of the Garden, descended from the Stardust.
This perspective helps me shed the anxiety of our man made world, and return to peace and joy. To live in the midst of human life, and not feel lost.
Thank you for sharing your heart through your poetry, Jayne. 🙏💚
I really like that moment when you stop looking for joy and simply return to what is there. The tree, the birds, the loneliness, the morning. Nothing has to disappear for something else to arrive. Maybe that’s exactly when joy is able to find us.
Yes to all of this, Jayne!💜💜👩❤️👩
This.
Feeling my feet on the ground.
Hearing the birds.
Just this. Simply enough.
“Nothing has to leave for something else to enter.”
"The birds don’t check
if their song is landing."
I'm not sure about that.
Wendy Willow, maybe.
The birds are as nervous and skittish as you or me, I think. They learn their songs from their parents so they must get them wrong and feel shame.
Like you and me.
Interesting concept/thought
I do not think birds feel shame! This is a human experience and not a bird experience as far as I can imagine!
Beautiful, Jayne. Peace and joy in just being.
Thank you Gary!
I find myself naturally interbeing with the gifts of Mother Earth: trees, flowers, birds…
After all, there is nothing in our world that has not originated with her, the source of the Garden, descended from the Stardust.
This perspective helps me shed the anxiety of our man made world, and return to peace and joy. To live in the midst of human life, and not feel lost.
Thank you for sharing your heart through your poetry, Jayne. 🙏💚
I really like that moment when you stop looking for joy and simply return to what is there. The tree, the birds, the loneliness, the morning. Nothing has to disappear for something else to arrive. Maybe that’s exactly when joy is able to find us.
Yes to all of this, Jayne!💜💜👩❤️👩
This.
Feeling my feet on the ground.
Hearing the birds.
Just this. Simply enough.
“Nothing has to leave for something else to enter.”
"The birds don’t check
if their song is landing."
I'm not sure about that.
Wendy Willow, maybe.
The birds are as nervous and skittish as you or me, I think. They learn their songs from their parents so they must get them wrong and feel shame.
Like you and me.
Interesting concept/thought