Turn Up Your Soul — Shawna Lemay

It’s all Shawna today, on this frosted-over Monday in Utah where I live.

Because pretty much everything about this post “turns up my soul,” as Shawna says. The poetry. The images. The questions. The wondering. The framing. The angst. The simple, unexaggerated choices that contribute to a world, or even a person, with the smallest amount of harmony.

Here’s a sample from her post, an included piece by American Poet Adrienne Rich:

My heart is moved by all I cannot save:
so much has been destroyed

I have to cast my lot with those
who age after age, perversely,

with no extraordinary power,
reconstitute the world.

—Adrienne Rich

I’m grateful for the people that remind me of things soulful. Which, could arguably be most things. I’m grateful for other creatures that remind me of similar. Like my son’s Terrier that I’m tending for a couple of days. I’m grateful for the land forms near me that also remind me of similar. The way that the Wasatch Mountains unlock my sometimes tightly held breath.

Now go read Shawna’s post. Take your tea with you. The frost might just melt.

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