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| Cannes Film Festival |
When I list things that ever brought me joy, I am surprised to find
hidden under the edge of depression twelve separate types
of things—none of which I do now. Why? Once I called these things leadings
from God, but now, with limited belief, I call them simply passions.
Hmm. My passions were not all simple. Teaching was a complex
career that grows humans like gardening grows plants—each to its own
perfection. I cannot go back there, but other passions—walking
in gardens and forests with friends, writing a poem or story,
eating meals prepared just right, praying in color, and more—are
accessible. Not complicated. Passion in bed, in career, and
in daily little things are different, but only in degree.
They tend toward joys that keep out the doings of the world.
They lead to insights from the earth. Whether leadings from God or
simply passions, they invite me to step toward myself and joy.
April is Poetry Month #10
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| Netflix/NPR |
I love the invitations to step towards yourself and joy. Wonderful!
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