Your poetry gives me such a sense of calm in these troubled times; a sense of obligation to keep making beauty; make and keep the faith. Feeling very grateful for your word craft this day. Thank you for being you.
May we make peace threaded through the hope that underpins your heartwarming musings, by taking notice of the example of nature. Thank you, from one of those other types of mothers 🙏😊
Reading your post reminded me of when I first tried baking bread.
The first few attempts were, to put it mildly, disasters. I ended up with flat, hard discs or sticky, half-cooked lumps. But I kept trying, kept "making messes," and each time, I learned something new.
Now, baking bread is one of my favorite ways to unwind. I guess it’s like what you were saying - sometimes it takes messing up to find your real talent. It can feel scary or frustrating when you don’t get it right at first but it’s the perseverance that matters.
I try to think of it like riding a bike, if I stopped every time I fell off, I would never learn. And now, I'm the go-to bread maker for gatherings, and I owe it all to those early "messes." You’ve reminded me that perseverance and being willing to fail, even when embarrassed, is how we learn and find our own unique greatness.
Sam Paul liked, restacked
humble haiku offering.
Thanks for sharing craft!
Such beautiful writing. Thank you for sharing this. 💚
Welcome and thanks, WilM!
Pausing for Ponderings’ post
speaking of beauty:
https://marisolmunozkiehne.substack.com/p/beautiful-beings-being
What beautiful observations.
Glad this post struck chord~
Speaking of beauty, last week's.
Let's keep observing...
https://marisolmunozkiehne.substack.com/p/beautiful-beings-being
Hello Marisol,
This lands with beauty and mercy.
Yes—living is messy. Even with the best intentions, we spill, we break, we leave traces. I’ve done all of it, sometimes in one afternoon.
Thank you for naming it without shame. There’s something beautiful in just letting that truth breathe.
What a feast of possibility that comes to smile and nod all the way through.
So much we can make with these hands, these hearts.
Sometimes I make lists I never finish.
Sometimes I make silence on purpose.
Sometimes I just make tea and call that enough.
Thank you for the reminder that making doesn’t have to be grand—it just has to be ours.
Inspired by your words, thank you
Beauty and mercy!
Hearts can mess, and mend, and make?
Silence, tea, enough.
...
Of our own making,
mutual inspiration, care.
Deep bow thanks, Prajna!
I love to read poetry like this. Inspired! Saving to read again! Love, Virg
Gaia, our nature,
sources of endless inspo.
Glad we resonate!
Your poetry gives me such a sense of calm in these troubled times; a sense of obligation to keep making beauty; make and keep the faith. Feeling very grateful for your word craft this day. Thank you for being you.
Keep making beauty,
out of duty, out of love.
Make bells toll music.
Thank you, Marisol, for these thoughts and visions, always a lift to read your work.
Welcome back, Sue dear,
this a lift is good to hear!
You gift/quilt maker~
May we make peace threaded through the hope that underpins your heartwarming musings, by taking notice of the example of nature. Thank you, from one of those other types of mothers 🙏😊
Simone Senisin,
Grief, Gratitude, Love, Laughter.
Yes, make peace, may we!
Earth Mother blessings.
May our makings make goodness.
Thanks for the restack!
Happy Mother's Day, love. You are especial.
Special? All and none.
Intending to just be real.
Thank you, beloved.
🙏💜💙🙏
Thinking of you and all you’ve mothered.
🙏💜💙🙏
💜
🙏
💙
Made me smile this morning! Thank you!
Your dear wallaby,
we-world war woes made us weep.
Sweet caring cry tears.
Thank you for this, I enjoyed these poems so much. “Making Messes” is wonderful. “Making Medley” would make a delightful children’s book!
Curious idea~
Mother’s/makers day blessings*
Glad we resonate!
Poesis
Makes sense
Homes for a poem
Scots call on Makar
Use the mother word
Holds all together
Your words, teachers, mums
makers, makars, poets, yes~
Hold all together.
Reading your post reminded me of when I first tried baking bread.
The first few attempts were, to put it mildly, disasters. I ended up with flat, hard discs or sticky, half-cooked lumps. But I kept trying, kept "making messes," and each time, I learned something new.
Now, baking bread is one of my favorite ways to unwind. I guess it’s like what you were saying - sometimes it takes messing up to find your real talent. It can feel scary or frustrating when you don’t get it right at first but it’s the perseverance that matters.
I try to think of it like riding a bike, if I stopped every time I fell off, I would never learn. And now, I'm the go-to bread maker for gatherings, and I owe it all to those early "messes." You’ve reminded me that perseverance and being willing to fail, even when embarrassed, is how we learn and find our own unique greatness.
Be it bread, bikes, us,
we can rise after we fall.
All we knead is love. 😊
All just wonderful. Thank you.
Wonderful Weston,
what a treat to hear from you.
Wonder if you’re well~