This is what we do, reach for what we love the most, and practice everyday.
What we are striving for emerges as something singular to the creator–
your own song.
-Laurie Doctor
“Until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.”
Martha Postlewaite, Annunciation
Mary Oliver’s The Return:
I do not want to be frisky, and theatrical.
I do not want to go forward in the parade of names.
I do not want to be diligent or necessary or in any way
heavy.
From my mouth to God’s ear, I swear it; I want only
to be a song.
To wander around in the fields like a little reed bird.
To be a song.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 