hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple …

I’ll tell you a secret … I’ve been a little distracted lately.

Harried.

Fractured.

Busy.

(Which — I’ll tell you — is a very modern and grown-up kind of brokenness.)

But today, I went for a walk in the woods — something I haven’t done for months now. 

I disappeared into a hole in the trees — freckled dark shade and lush underbrush.  I felt alive and at peace, and when I came out, I walked home and rustled through the bookshelves until I found this little gem by Mr. Cummings (or cummings, if you like) … 

It’s a poem, but today I’m saying it like a prayer… For me and for you:

e.e. cummings

May we stay hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple, always. ❀  

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    1. This is so fascinating, Jacob … What a fun idea!! Love it. πŸ™‚

      Thank you for including me … Your blog is always so much fun. Keep doing what you do! πŸ™‚

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  1. Ashley, I read this when you first posted it, but was feeling a bit… harried. And I wanted to slow down, to read the whole poem, to let it seep in… but I didn’t. So, I’m returning to it now. Thank you. I am grateful that it is here for me to come back to, and I am grateful that the woods were there for you to go back to, as well.

    Lately, I have been thinking about seasons. I was driving home from work, feeling overwhelmed, frantic, “thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.” I was on the verge of this feeling leading me into desperation, but then I remembered Ecclesiastes 3:1-15. “There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every affair under the heavens…” Maybe I am just in a hectic, busy, stressful season. Maybe another season will follow that will not be so hectic. So fractured. Maybe it is already starting to happen. The end of the verse is the most beautiful, in my opinion. “What now is has already been; what is to be, already is: God retrieves what has gone by.”

    Thank you for bringing this back into my mind with your poem by e.e. cummings. Today, I am trying to stay supple, and open to the little birds. Sending love to you, my friend. ❀

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    1. This encouraged me so much … You have no idea. I’m a “seasons” person, and lately I’ve been feeling myself moving away from so much and into new things … It feels strange to leave behind what was once precious, but I see it as making room for what’s next …

      The words you shared are so good … So good. So good. ❀ Thank you.

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      1. Hugs to you, my friend! It never seems to end, this journey that we’re all on. I just want to push the pause button and say, “Right here. *This* is the spot,” but that’s not the way it works. Sometimes, I feel like I’m floating along ok with the course of time and events, and other times it feels like I am being dragged full-speed, feet first by some gale-force wind as I claw my fingernails into the ground behind me trying to resist. Change and uncertainty and “instability” are so uncomfortable they make me literally scrunch up my face. I actually walk around all day with a scrunched face, wincing all the time. Oh, dear. I don’t know why I’m rambling on except to say my heart is going out to you. I hope this wind of change blows through and leaves something beautiful, and that you start to see and feel it soon!

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