I am a Prairie Princess. I love putting the coffee on and starting the fire first thing in the morning to take the chill off of this old farm house. Sweeping the mess of bark and grass of to the side of the hearth with a small hand broom brings me joy in my heart.
My next task is always standing in front of an east facing window watching the light change as the glow ball sun reaches the horizon. It feeds my soul through my eyes. Even on a busy day when there is much to be done I can’t help but stop and wonder at the beautiful light.
It is winter now and for me a time to be quiet and reflect. Why did I take being a princess as a negative when I learned that was a name I had been given behind my back this past year? Why didn’t I just say thank you? I mean think about it. What is a princess? Beautiful, kind, graceful, poised, loved by her royal subjects. In hindsight that doesn’t seem so bad to me.
What kind of princess (or prince) are you?
Forgive Me
Angels are wonderful yet they are so, well, aloof. It’s what I sense in the mud and the roots of the trees, or the well, or the barn, or the rock with its citron map of lichen that halts my feet and makes my eyes flare, feeling the presence of some spirit, some small god, who abides there.
If I were a perfect person, I would be bowing continuously.
I’m not though I pause wherever I feel this holiness, which is why I’m often so late coming back from wherever I went.
Forgive me.
Mary Oliver
This poem is exactly how I feel about this beautiful place that I live. The first time I read this poem it brought me to tears. I thought, there is someone out there who feels exactly the same way I do. Thinking about it now I imagine there are many someones out there who feel this way.
In the country the sky is big, the view is long and the magic is never ending. I am so thankful. I too feel like I should be bowing continuously.