Dear, friend

following the sparks.

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Dear Friend,

There is a spot on our property where two streams run down from the mountain, side by side. There are 3 feet between them. “Here is where the mountain cries,” my son says as we stop to watch the ribbons of water pouring from the rough and rocky earth. I stopped and smiled, for I had never noticed how the streams resemble a weeping face. How wondrous it is that we each see life in our unique way, and what a privilege it is to share it. How extraordinary it is to look and smile at the canvas together, laughing.

We are so tiny. Flecks of life, smaller than sand, and yet our hearts reach out forever, it seems, to a limitless expanse. We cry, we toil, we plunder, we harm, we hold, we care, we forgive, we lose, we gain, we reap, and we crumble. We are being ground into fine powder by the giant mortar of existence, by the hands of creation and time. I am humbled and inspired by it all for however briefly a time I am here, I see and feel in me light sparking worlds and feelings and thoughts that beg I playfully catch them in jars. This light asks me to make real and visible the invisible joys inside of me. If I am lucky, I get to pull one, or two, or three glorious strands of light from the inner sanctuary of my being and hold those loose strands up toward the sun, where we may all see them—real, beautiful, and ours.

Make music from this. Throw my clay into a smooth bowl. Find the solution for that need. Name and describe the beauty you alone behold. Pull the world into your frequency and sound of love and share it with the person next to you. “This is where the mountain cries.” There is no better gift to receive than a joyful celebration at all the beauty dancing into the frame. Now is not the time for harshness but the time for thorough admiration. I tell you this— there is beauty everywhere around you waiting for a name and the particular way you behold it.

Careful now, what worlds you are speaking to and of. Take all your precious time here to name every face of your delight and share it with everyone around you.

With love,

Sarah