Thursday, January 31, 2019

Beginning Something
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


In the belly of the Earth
there is a quickening,
an expectancy of light
and warm touch, an
increase in the tempo
of the invisible pleadings
that call life forth through
the oh-so-necessary
breaks in seed and bulb,
shell and womb. And, in
the heart too, there is
self-evidence of departures
from darkness into a place
of witnessing.

What’s happening in
the branches is delightful!
The birds, every single one
of them, is now an artist
imagining deeply cupped
masterpieces, maybe of twigs
and moss, maybe of the hair
the deer gifted when they
passed greenbrier thorn
while being hunted. What
is to be well-tended,
must be provided a place
of holding.

If you stay small now,
it can only be because you
choose not to respond to
everything that wants
to grow, wants to feed
on newness, wants to be
among those living with
eyes recently opened to
the view of something
astonishing looking back
at them.

It’s a time of offerings:

Gratitude for what was
Gratitude for what will be

May you bless your restlessness
by beginning something on
which life depends.


~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
From "Truth and Beauty" (a work in progress)

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Sunday, January 20, 2019

When You Stand
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


May your feet, here now, know the support of the Earth,
the mother of your mother’s mother’s mother and all
the mothers before her.
May, in this light, you know the guidance of the Sun,
the father of your father’s father’s father and all
the fathers before him.
May you know the sisterhood of women who
will embrace and hold space for your soul’s seed
to break and who, in their own way, pray that because
of this necessary breaking, there will emerge and grow
something that serves others without
demand of reciprocity.
May you know the brotherhood of men who
stand beside you as you stand beside them,
all familiar strangers, dedicated to protecting the ache
of uncertainty, difference, and belonging
so that we may liberate the fears that otherwise
divide, diminish, and destroy otherness.
May you stand in the presence of my gratitude.

Thank you for showing me where blessings are needed.


~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
From "Bless this Day" (a work in progress)

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Friday, January 11, 2019

Bluebirds
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


We were given bluebirds. Have you
thought about that? Something wanted
us to find some kind of happiness
flitting about in our being. Imagine
the foresight! Humans with our
befuddling ache for something other
than the miracles all around us.

Bluebirds.

What can you do with a bluebird
other than say, “Oh! This day is so
much better now.” That wasn’t
a question, actually. Because it’s
simply true. True like the branch on
which the bluebird perches, or the fence
post beside the old orchard with tart
heirloom apples.

What if a bluebird perched on your
heart? Yes, imagine that! Imagine
what could become of this
unhappy miracled world.


~ Jamie K. Reser, Author
From “Truth and Beauty” (a work in progress)

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Thursday, January 3, 2019

Something Dark
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


If you have not been visited by something dark,
beg for it. This world needs your active grieving,
to feel into its voids and diminishments and
ache so heartedly for the absent that it has
a chance to appear, that it can remain long enough
to be considered nothing exceptional at all,
rather, an exquisite, glittering normal that bonds
our likenesses.

For me, it was a raven. It had given away its
song and I was set upon the task of finding it.
I got lost along the way and when I called out
to myself in the hope of being found, I suddenly
recalled that the raven is a well-known
trickster. It never had a song.


~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
From "Truth and Beauty" (a work in progress)

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