Wednesday, May 29, 2013

And It Is Good

She walks through the meadow, green grass past her ankles, brushing up against her, soft and cool from the morning light, releasing its fragrance.


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And as the sun makes its place in the mid-morning sky, the clouds, so fluffy you dare believe you can touch them, break forth, opening the heavens to show the bluest of skies. She looks up to take in the creation in all its glory and holy air fills her lungs. And she yells out, as the poets and prophets have done from years past and still present. 

BEAUTY! 

BEAUTY! 

BEAUTY!

Here, in the hills and valleys filled with wildflowers that spread their intoxicating scent, she scans the horizon. She claims this space and calls it His. 

Here there will be beauty. Here there will be love. Here there will be truth. 

There will be words of praise and cries in the dark. The ground will grow wet with rain - His tears of joy, His tears of sadness.

And the mighty, righteous oaks will grow strong over the years. She will rest in its shade - rebuild - renew. She will find renewal from the desert place.



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This. This place is where she is grounded, where her strength will rise up. And this ground, this holy foundation will not be trampled with anything other than holy wrestling and the dancing that comes from the most raucous of parties.


Here we celebrate it all.


And it is good.



This was a three minute write, scribbled down on a legal pad during a writing retreat. As we sat in a circle talking about what to do when you feel "stuck" during the creative process, I looked up and saw my friend and for whatever reason, in that moment I knew what I wanted my blog to look like and these words poured out. Thank you for reading and for your comments of support. I like this place.

14 comments:

  1. Oh yes, it is good. Such beautiful poetry in these words.

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  2. This is a post I can revisit when I am stuck and need to be renewed -- wonderful and free!

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  3. Beautiful words. Beautiful photos. Ah, to breathe and feel the goodness that is here. So nice.

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  4. it is good indeed. amen, sister. "She claims this space and calls it His."


    to sacramental life together. xo

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  5. This is some lovely scribbling Brenna and those photos are divine. Your writers retreat sounds like it was wonderful.

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  6. this grabs me: "this holy foundation will not be trampled with anything other than holy wrestling and the dancing that comes from the most raucous of parties."

    a glory door, these words. thank you, Brenna. sounds like it was an amazing retreat.

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  7. I see you building this space into this kind of beauty, honest wrestling, dancing place, and I bet it's seeping out elsewhere, or maybe seeping into here from elsewhere. This is rooted, friend. So good.

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  8. I'm so happy for you and where you are heading with writing it out, living it out. Your heart is truly sincere & beautiful Brenna. I would love to meet up with you at writer's retreat someday.

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  9. Brenna you are beautiful and this space defines beauty and grace too. I love this and to think it was written, scribbled down so quickly. It is wondrous friend. Can't wait to see what beauty unfolds as you transform your space and lean into the vision. Love you.

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  10. "holy wrestling" 0h, yes. The place where holy strength is forged. Beautiful post.

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  11. I love this: Beauty, Beauty, Beauty! YOU, friend, are beauty. Love you.

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  12. this inspires me to write again! thank you for your beauty-words, friend!

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  13. Thank you for your words - beautiful.

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