Dangerous Hope

Feeling it all and New Ways of Being

Good morning Beloveds! How are your hearts today? I’m taking it a day at a time. Taking time to set intentions for the week the way Oprah does. I encourage you to subscribe to Oprah Daily, her online periodical. It’s wonderful ! So worth it. It’s an investment in self-love for me. 

Anyone else feeling all the things? I’m a hot mess some moments and then better and feeling joy. There seems to be a lot in the air again. Yet it’s better than the numbness of depression. 

Im reading Anita Moorjani’s Sensitive is the New Strong. Where has she been all my life?!  So helpful. I encourage you to read it. She also is going to be in Sedona in the Fall if you can attend. I cannot make it happen personally but her book is saving me and teaching me how to embrace and celebrate my gifts!

I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you all and though I’m not on screens interacting as often, you are very much loved. 

To the poets, I share a poem by Sara Teasdale below. She was from my birthplace, Saint Louis.

Is it surface of the sun where you are? It’s hot here but not like the Mississippi River Valley. There’s a softness when the wind kisses and embraces my face and being in the morning. Today I sing, bring it Universe. :) 

Water is everything. I try to swim often and just delight in the fuscia crêpe Myrtle trees still blooming in August. It’s a trip! 

I also recommend the novel Sweet Bitter by Stephanie Danler. It’s a sensual treat for the senses and a wonderful summer read. It has also been made for screen. Google it. Sometimes I’m behind on pop culture but I’m really diggin it. 

Laura’s Happy hère and the hounds love it. They can easily chase thé geese and bark at anything that moves. We’ve been having peanut butter frosty paws and they love these moments. Dogs are basically the most powerful yogis. 

I encourage you to practice joy daily even if you don’t feel it to begin with. Dance is everything and it will help you move all the emotions for isn’t that basically what emote means?

Anyone out there traveling? Curious to hear your stories. 

Yesterday I broke into sing:

You put your mask on,

You take your mask off,

You put your mask on,

And you turn it all about!🎶

I have to be silly and dance with the darkness some moments. It’s like sparring with shadows. Shadows think they are all that. :) stay in the light, starshines

I went in search of a forest and trees this week! I marvel at trees. Enjoy the photos! A murder of crows greeted me their beaks full of breakfast treasures. Thank you, crows. 

Hope you all feel it all and celebrate everyday. No pressure. You do you. Daphne Starshine Doolittle turned 14 in July. She’s the most loving and strongest life force I know. Cookie Jane is a love bug and power napper. Fireworks are not her friend. She does not delight in storms the way I do. So we snuggle often.  Cookie turned 8 in July. 

Oh and to the Aldi fans, they have this dulche du Luce ice cream that is heavenly! 

Love and blessings to you all this coming week. I’m going to try and post every Sunday as an act of love, kindness, contemplation, and celebration of life as poetry. See you all soon. 

And if you haven’t yet, read Danielle Henderson’s The Ugly Cry. Hilarious. And then watch Liz Gilbert live interview on Insta with the author. Check out her Onward Book Club as well

See you all on the interwebs! We are all connected after all. 

AUGUST MOONRISE by Sara Teasdale

The sun was gone, and the moon was coming

Over the blue Connecticut hills;

The west was rosy, the east was flushed,

And over my head the swallows rushed

This way and that, with changeful wills.

I heard them twitter and watched them dart

Now together and now apart

Like dark petals blown from a tree;

The maples stamped against the west

Were black and stately and full of rest,

And the hazy orange moon grew up

And slowly changed to yellow gold

While the hills were darkened, fold on fold

To a deeper blue than a flower could hold.

Down the hill I went, and then

I forgot the ways of men,

For night-scents, heady, and damp and cool

Wakened ecstasy in me

On the brink of a shining pool.

O Beauty, out of many a cup

You have made me drunk and wild

Ever since I was a child,

But when have I been sure as now

That no bitterness can bend

And no sorrow wholly bow

One who loves you to the end?

And though I must give my breath

And my laughter all to death,

And my eyes through which joy came,

And my heart, a wavering flame;

If all must leave me and go back

Along a blind and fearful track

So that you can make anew,

Fusing with intenser fire,

Something nearer your desire;

If my soul must go alone

Through a cold infinity,

Or even if it vanish, too,

Beauty, I have worshipped you.

Let this single hour atone

For the theft of all of me.

Love, Amy ♥️🐾🌿☀️🪴🎶