Dear friends,
I keep forgetting to share with you that several of my poems have appeared on Kind Over Matter, including the one below that was published on October 28, 2023. You can listen to me reading it in the voiceover button at the top of this newsletter.
I have also agreed to be a regular contributor to Kind Over Matter. I will submit one poem per quarter in 2024! I’ll try to remember to let you know when my poems are published.
Beyond this news, I have some thoughts for my paid subscribers about my experience with rediscovering my love for playing piano and how important it is to remember the things that bring us bliss. It is never too late to pursue the things we are passionate about.
This nugget of wisdom came to me when I stumbled upon a piano just begging to be played. My fingers found the keys as if they had a life of their own. I’m rusty, of course. I haven’t played in many years. Somehow, a Christmas carol I first played as a young child came back to me. My fingers remembered the notes as if they had been waiting for just that moment.
I found myself wondering what other things I have forgotten or neglected that add joy and magic to my life. What about you? Have you had this experience? Are there things you once enjoyed that you have stopped making time for? How can you rekindle your love for whatever it is?
Mother Earth
You are the lullaby that sings
my despair back to the soil
in the darkest night,
the arms that encircle me
when the shadows threaten
to steal the last of my goodness.
You are the gift of life,
the sustenance that feeds us,
the beauty that inspires us,
the center of all that is sacred.
Though few remember
to acknowledge you,
and less remember
to thank you,
I bow my head
and kneel at your core.
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