
I have friends that speak beauty.
And by beauty, I mean clarity.
Clarity that is sometimes poetry.
Poetry and clarity that smile like flowers.
There’s my friend Elif in Turkey who writes recently,
Practicing peace.
Inviting in play,
I am claiming life.
Yes. Please. Thank you. Me too. Many of us.
There’s my friend Katharine in Edmonton who also writes recently,
Forget.
Sit.
Listen.
Feel.
Open.
Breathe.
Touch.
Let go.
Repeat.
Yes. Again.
Beauty, clarity, poetry.
Flowers.




Thank you, Tenneson.
May it be so.
Much love.