Today I recognized a familiar feeling after I said my good-byes, and it reminded me of this poem:
My friend left town today, after sprinkling some dream seeds in my heart. Tonight I'm going over them with careful eyes and tender fingertips, pressing them in a little deeper, lest the winds of doubt blow them away. We cannot be together without magic sparking-- somewhere in my urban retreat, or in the words she feeds me like a meal. I am sad tonight that she's gone. When the last guest leaves is the moment that makes my chest ache. It is easier to wait for dream seeds to take root and sprout when someone paints a picture of the bloom, when she exhales its fragrance. Tonight I'm staring at dirt. Trying to remember. Patience is my skin; my insides are words and breath.
Dream Seeds, by Jen Lee
Reader Comments (8)
thank you for this. i know this feeling...yes. your words slip inside my heart.
sending light and blessings to you dear girl.
mmm... so so good. i know the feeling. and what beauty, what a gift, to have friends that paint pictures of the blooms. the cool thing is your bloom is so vibrant already. amazing.
Dream seeds sown in all our hearts. Thank you, thank you for everything, dearest one...
Hmmm, thank you. i often find the transitions of the "goings" in my life unsettling. i so appreciate this perspective. I am soaking in inspiration and affirmation from you ...was ready to jump into the Integrate Retreat and just learned it is the same time as my daughters senior year musical production. (so disappointed)
lovely.
perfect. xo
Not just dirt but soil. Fertile soil. Thanks for this, Jen, and the weekend.
just lovely Jen
❤