When you are ready,
come. I will be waiting
by the river’s
purling hurry,
slim or sleek
with spring.
We will walk there
and your story–
river in ice,
river hurling —
will quicken.
Our two hearts
nodding, knotted
in knowing.
When you are ready,
I will be waiting.
Green as daylight
rich in wonder.
I will be rain
to your thunder.
subhaga crystal bacon 
Such a beautiful poem and invitation. Thank you. I wanted to tell you that when Josie was about 3 years old she said, “Mom, you are thunder and I am rain.” Blew me away. I resonate with this 🙂
That’s beautiful Eileen. Thank you!
Thank you…I would like to join your virtual sitting. Please let me know how…
Hi Susan. Wonderful! Please email me at the address on the announcement, and I’ll be in touch as more folks respond.
This is so beautiful. I was really stunned when you read this at Confluence tonight.
Thanks for visiting, Greg!