Re-inhabiting

Posted on May 15, 2013 by Wendy

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We will learn to walk again

among the plants,

We’ll learn to notice,

learn to know

how the light falls,

and the wind,

and how to help things grow.

We’ll learn the nets of life,

the webs of its dependence,

We’ll see how each thing

fills its perfect place.

And in that natural understanding

We’ll make room for one another,

Re-inhabiting our primal

dance of grace.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 14, 2013

Working

Posted on May 13, 2013 by Wendy

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I was shoveling dirt

and hauling logs

and dragging brush,

and my legs were scratched

and my shoes were full of

rotted log dust,

and as I was pushing

the empty wheelbarrow

back into the back yard,

over the dandelions

and forest ground cover,

back between the chest-high bracken ferns,

the air spoke to me,

its sweet warmth full of spring scent

with just enough breeze to cool my face.

It embraced me from outside

and filled me up within

so my limbs felt present and comforted,

and it said to me,

“This is exactly where you want to be,

this is exactly what you want to be doing.”

I had to agree.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 12, 2013

Mycelium (and ours)

Posted on May 10, 2013 by Wendy

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In every interaction

I am healed:

In every interaction

I am made whole,

For this is part of me,

This gorgeous web

that reaches out to know,

to know by loving

and to love by knowing,

to heal by seeing

and to be healed

by the gift of having seen.

So we move

expanding underground to fill the gaps,

so we embrace each other

in our understanding,

So we include

everything that lives

within our circle

So we grow,

eternally enfolded

in one Soul.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 10, 2013

Permacuddle

Posted on April 24, 2013 by Wendy

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I’m ready

to take down all the bars

I want a permaculture

of cuddle

I want to hug

all the people on the city street

I want to catch each eye

And feel the bright exchange of recognition —

Smooth rippling surge connecting us

before we touch —

I want the hug to come as echo —

Warm confirming of the surge’s message —

And for each release to send

encouragement and strength

for anywhere they might be headed next

It would take a long time

to walk fifth avenue

But think how rich we all would be!

I would smell of cigarettes and perfume,

Coffee and garlic

And I wouldn’t mind.

I don’t want anyone, anymore, to not know how,

To not feel free to cuddle all the time.

It would be a permaculture

for our hearts

And we would spread our potent roots

all through the land.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 23, 2013