OCTOBER 14, 2011 10:28PM

My Good Earth

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Stepped out of the house, out of its cool shadow and into the bright sunshine. Up the two concrete steps to carry out the errand I have since forgotten about, remembering the sunshine warm on my skin, bright in my eyes, making the just past ripeness of early autumn lushness move and glow.

The weeping cherry to my right is so dense I cannot see what it hides in its skirt of leaves, content instead to lose my attention to the pencil straight lines arching over each other in their shared, belled, journey toward the earth. Even the serrated, arrowed, leaves edge downward, the V of each one's crease ready to catch and direct morning dew and rain toward its cause. A unity of movement orchestrated to kiss the earth in the hope of rebirth in an uprising of its true form.

On my left is a vertical jungle of enthusiastic competition. The wisteria has gone mad, its soft strands defying gravity and straight logic in its reach up, down, around, between: an exuberant hairdo of soft green. The morning glory vine weaves out its own territory in its delicate thread upward through the wisteria, celebrating its claim in open declarations of soft, palmed hearts of green.

I stand on the small square of concrete between the vines and the weeping cherry, and look up at the very blue sky. All that open space between lushness. Life feels rich. There is nothing stopping me from savoring this, from celebrating the experience of this magical moment, the luxury of it. The pause of this second interrupts the compulsion of my obligations, and I step through this fissure into the freedom that I habitually deny myself. Now, unemployed, childless, pet-less, there is no hiding the identity of my jailer. In this sliver of opportunity, I walk away.

Walk out into the garden. Walk onto the un-mown grass sprouting villages of mushrooms the unusually wet season has surprised us with. Onto grass speckled with the beginning of autumn's casualties. I stand in this clearing made secret by the tall trees circling it, turn my face to the 11 am sun that won't judge my grubby PJs. I breathe in the air still edged with morning crispness. Breathe in the pines, the green lushness that has surrendered its flowers, breathe in the beauty soon to be gone, and it enters into me without meeting any resistance.

Breathing in this lush, majestic, fading beauty I feel it find its watermark in me until the inside and outside are level, and there is no difference between the spirit of all this and the spirit that is me. There is recognition. I recognize this beauty because I am also that. For the first time there isn't even a flinch of opposition to this, there is no need for words. The truth is so simple and clear there is no need for any persuasion. I am beautiful, and I have always deserved to walk out into this garden of joy and breath in the reminder of it, the reminder that brings me home to the good earth of myself.

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What a delight to drink in every word, I will remember the essence of the last line.
Thank you very much L'Heure Bleue, so glad you came by.
You are, Maria, and always have been. What gorgeous, glorious lush writing, just like your garden and like you.
A quintessential spiritual experience. Wonderful to share it.
Yes, what l'HB wrote and it is all true. I need a luscious garden for a while. Just to soak it all up.
I'm going to pay more attention to my back yard tomorrow morning.
Candace, thank you. Always so nurturing. I soak that up too.

Hawley, that is exactly what it was, and it is wonderful to share. Thank you.

Oryoki - I highly recommend it! Thank you for coming by mine.

Mimetalker - you made me laugh. And delighted that you take that reminder with you. Thank you.
I really liked this! Thanks.
Thank you for telling me so, Grif!
" I am beautiful, and I have always deserved to walk out into this garden of joy and breath in the reminder of it, the reminder that brings me home to the good earth of myself." That was a joy to read.
Maria in Wonderland. Maria is Wonderland. This is magical: The pause of this second interrupts the compulsion of my obligations, and I step through this fissure into the freedom that I habitually deny myself.

And your conclusion is so true and finely wrought it hurts.
That is an interesting idea, that you deserve to walk out into that beauty. Very provoking. Beautiful images, thank you.
pure and delightful! rated.
Your writing is so lush, so tactile; it brings to mind the touch of velvet, the smell of rain, the feel of an autumnal breeze, the sound of rustling leaves...good heavens, you make me want to write as lyrically as you do.
A beautiful, poetic affirmation. You are a radiant mirror of love. Welcome back.
rated with love
The earth is good and those who see as you have done here, hold the essence of its good within themselves.
You convinced me to depart the nice Librarians.
They are so pleasant. Old bookd smell like socks.
Musty books are good though. I go sit on moss.
Rocks under Pine Trees grow soft green moss.
I took photos of Red Maple Feaves and Ash.
Ash Trees grow huge Red Clusters. Grapes?
The Red Cluster hanks and looks like grapes.
Thank You. Now I blame You. I get thirsty.
Next stop is the local Wine Store. Jost Wine.
Jost Winery is not too far. I will soon visit:
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Bear River
I quit beer
Wine here

Moon beams
It woke me up
Moon say`stop!
No lay in the bed!
No loiter in Library!
Wild fragrances here`
A freshness exhilerates.
I wish I had seagull wings.
I'd fly back and forth too.
I cross the border too see:
Annabella and Lewis James.
It's hard to be away from them.
Maybe I'll use 'Gourilla Glue`
I used some on my right shoe.
Salt water eroded the shoe sole.
The sole began flapping off shoe.
I'll gather seagull feather. I'll fly.
huh.
banter
I go get wine
I will sip little
Sip for belly sake.
Miguela Holt y Roybal - nice meeting you! thank you so much for coming by, and bringing your joy.

Dear Matt - "Maria is Wonderland." Now I feel magical. You make me feel really good about writing. Thank you, thank you.

Zanelle - I appreciate you reading, rating, commenting very much.

Jonathan - thank you so much!

Nikki - coming from you, what a boosting compliment, so encouraging and humbling. Thank you deeply.

RomanticPoetess - A radiant, loving Thank You!

SheilaTGTG55 - That is why the Great Mother is so good for us, and adoring her is to adore ourselves and to enter the nurturing loop of a very good relationship. Thank you for lighting that wisdom up in me.

Sweet Art - you are your name. you take me away on your seagull wings - see, I know you fly. you pay me the deepest compliment with your blame, and let me know i spoke directly. and you pay me well with the beauty of your world's words. Thank you.
this is stunning stunning stunning writing
Vanessa - Thank You, Thank You, Thank You. Yahooo!
Lyrical and insightful. Thanks for the beautiful message.
Absolutely beautiful writing. Ah. ~r
Lairney and Joan - thank you for giving me your time and appreciation. It lets me know. And that helps me.
ha, you finally got it!
not a flinch of opposition to being Beauty,
for Beauty is
indeed
be-ing.

A unity of movement orchestrated to kiss the earth in the hope of rebirth in an uprising of its true form.
Well, my dear..

You have managed to bring into full color our little paradise here. I think I will hesitate just a moment on that patch of cement and drink the scene in from your eyes' perspective. Life is just grand with you in it.
Yes, you are beautiful, within and without. And for those of who don't live in such a lush area, you bring it to us, so thank you. We need to all step out and appreciate our surroundings more, our days more. So precious.
"The truth is so simple and clear there is no need for any persuasion. I am beautiful, and I have always deserved to walk out into this garden of joy and breath in the reminder of it, the reminder that brings me home to the good earth of myself."

Maria, from the first time I read your writing (waaay back during a visit to my mom in Wilmington) I knew this in my heart. May I also add that I admire all your writing.
♥R
James Emmerling - "for Beauty is indeed be-ing." - wonderfully said, thank you so much. I'm so glad you came by.

My darling - I love you.

Beautiful Lea - wishing you precious beauty. Thank you.

Dear Fusan - I really appreciate you. Thank you.
lyrical. all beauty, from the nownownow, in a walk in the world.
This has started my day with the breath of life...thanks so much and more.
What a rich, well-written piece. Its dense in imagery. Lush, as femme put it.
Maria... I didn't know so much has happened to you since we last met in Singapore back in the early 90's. Thought of you often and wondered how u have been. Tears flow freely as I read your articles and am still shock. Met a former model on board who knew you which prompted me to search for u in the web. Finally found you.
Glad to have found, stumbled alongside, into a garden not unlike mine in my mind, but more beautifully expressed, like this :

... there is no difference between the spirit of all this and the spirit that is me.

Thanks for this. It's a sanctuary.
Dear Maria, a beautiful piece. Reminds me of my favorite Charles Wright poem: called, "A Blessing"--similar sentiments, similar rhythms! RRR