Quiet Awe

the last seven days
a writing hiatus
as life
shuffled me
without commentary
the orchid bloomed
the gold wedding bands were ordered
green peppers harvested
the last of the mangos
sliced
beds in our house
got switched to new rooms
Jeb’s artwork from preschool
shelved in the loft
a baby was born-
my sweet niece-
fresh life!

and I held the sun
on my skin
with the others
gathered
behind a mother
looking to the light
she buried the loss
of her three year old boy
deep
into
the earth

celebrating life
in death
poetry drumming dancing
the man with the guitar
the father of my son
who’s shown me
Love
and Hate
Forgiveness
he offers his voice
to a family’s suffering
“put more love in your heart”
and I was singing with him

ordinary
profound
planting
harvest
for now
I bow
as life leaves me
without words

Jessica Dofflemyer

In the Flow

The planning part has been like an eddy on a rolling creek.  Any real coordinating of our Bohemian wedding (yes, I am marrying a true Czech) has been pooling in a swirl on the sidelines for months.  Not stagnant, but paused in a rest from the wedding current flow.

courtesy of Mathias Erhart

This Labor Day weekend, our labor of love involved the shifting of some rocks and twigs along the creek bed. And with a gush of fresh infusion, step number one in the wedding planning protocol was executed. We sent out the official “Save the Date” communication to the small group we hope will join us in our celebration.

After lingering just outside the creek’s causeway for so long, it felt surprisingly good to surge into the main stream. Like crossing a ‘t’ or dotting an ‘i’, our formal announcement punctuated our plan in forward motion. Buoyed it in effervescent bubbles. Or something like that.

The Bohemian often likes to say, “It’s all about timing.” I quite agree. And for us, our time in the wedding planning eddy has been perfect. And now, this new time, in the momentum of movement – it too, feels just right.

May we flow with ease right up to that special date

and through all the years beyond…

 

Orchid Portal

On the heels of the full, blue moon, our orchid blooms.

Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved

 

I know why O’Keefe was enchanted…