Precious Gold Leaf

Onward.

Dinna fash yerself / the sun will suck it up.

There’s work to do, love.

All against the backdrop of truly horrible things going on in the world. Human beings have a magnificent capacity for evil and ugliness.

Yet here we are. Gently brushing against each other like we are all precious gold leaf.

I went for a walk this afternoon, and my banditry of chickadees flitted along with me from bush to hand to branch.

And that is some kind of beautiful. These are moments that matter.

We can do this.

(For Jessika, who left gold leaf in my hair and for Janet, who understands that ancestral grief lives in our bodies and for Kayla, who would rather be well.)