star thistle honey
Sisters and brothers of the almighty republic......
Nevermind. That's a terrible way to start.
Sisters.
You're doing it. You are humming right along at the vibration you must hum to. Can I say I appreciate you more now? All your firey assertive noise....the drugs you take to help you remember the words to the song.....who else but you could keep swimming in this mire? The snakes here lie in wait for you, the bears are hungry and aggressive. The hurricanes interrupt tornadoes interrupt wildfires interrupt earthquakes interrupt floods.
Out of many, one.
I can never understand my own self unless I see you. I embody the too muchness of this prairie mountain desert northwoods everglades coastline.
In Frankenmuth's growing health food store yesterday I saw a jar of local star thistle honey. This invasive purple flower added to Michigan's honeybees equals a thing......a substance.....a golden viscous liquid that surpasses any other. It is a beautiful accident, as neither the plant nor the bees belong here.
Belong.
Here.
Hmmm.
Sisters and brothers, we do not belong here either. Or anywhere. What is the beautiful accident that brought us here, together, in this time and place?
What flavor have we added to the universal feast?
I held back tears in the health food store in the face of that glorious jar of honey. Not being able to take it with me is such an exquisite gift. The essence of that serendipidous relationship between melissa and centaurea can only be tasted here, in the same way I can only smell my homeland summer by being in Michigan after the summer solstice.
Well, this is not really what I wanted to express.
I was hoping that out of the ether something relating to by, for, of the people not perishing from the earth would come.
Apparently today is not a day for fairy tales.
I am love. And you too.
May the essence of our serendipidous relationship be sweet and nourishing for as long as it can to as many as it can.
Nevermind. That's a terrible way to start.
Sisters.
You're doing it. You are humming right along at the vibration you must hum to. Can I say I appreciate you more now? All your firey assertive noise....the drugs you take to help you remember the words to the song.....who else but you could keep swimming in this mire? The snakes here lie in wait for you, the bears are hungry and aggressive. The hurricanes interrupt tornadoes interrupt wildfires interrupt earthquakes interrupt floods.
Out of many, one.
I can never understand my own self unless I see you. I embody the too muchness of this prairie mountain desert northwoods everglades coastline.
In Frankenmuth's growing health food store yesterday I saw a jar of local star thistle honey. This invasive purple flower added to Michigan's honeybees equals a thing......a substance.....a golden viscous liquid that surpasses any other. It is a beautiful accident, as neither the plant nor the bees belong here.
Belong.
Here.
Hmmm.
Sisters and brothers, we do not belong here either. Or anywhere. What is the beautiful accident that brought us here, together, in this time and place?
What flavor have we added to the universal feast?
I held back tears in the health food store in the face of that glorious jar of honey. Not being able to take it with me is such an exquisite gift. The essence of that serendipidous relationship between melissa and centaurea can only be tasted here, in the same way I can only smell my homeland summer by being in Michigan after the summer solstice.
Well, this is not really what I wanted to express.
I was hoping that out of the ether something relating to by, for, of the people not perishing from the earth would come.
Apparently today is not a day for fairy tales.
I am love. And you too.
May the essence of our serendipidous relationship be sweet and nourishing for as long as it can to as many as it can.
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