Practice Resurrection II, For Molly

Last night, as I was sleeping,

I dreamt--marvellous error!--
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
--Antonio Machado

Last year, one of my favorite people and bloggers, Molly from Little house in the Clouds wrote such a moving post (I'm not sure I ever told her this but) I printed it out and hung it above my desk, where I could read it all the time when I'm..uh...feeling. Visiting her blog when I can is always such a sigh of relief--I love to see what she's thinking--she has such a beautiful and honest way of expressing herself and her ideas about....human-ness...she always has something so special to share---makes me feel I'm not alone in dealing with my mistakes and foibles and even achievements, the chapters of being alive and and striving to be...decent.. or heard.

I often wish I could sit down with her, or visit her like I used to when she lived in NY and talk even for a few minutes...I think this Antonio Machado poem she added is so perfectly uh..perfect, I wanted to add it here to share it with you. Finally, you can read Molly's post here.

(Our photo-shoot happens this weekend--excerpts next week for sure!
Happy weekend lovelies!)