“The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise” – an invitation to read together: Number 9

Since the end of 2015, I have sent out an Invitation each week to folks both near and far, to join me in reading this beautiful and powerful book…read more

 in March

On this momentarily calm, late-winter-into-spring evening,

I call out to you who share the unmistakable gifts of living the lives that we are blessed to live,

Along with the inevitable grief that comes from those gifts…whether it be the loss of some of those gifts, or the taking of the gifts without truly asking first if we may indeed take…

We all share great reason to praise and great cause to grieve. Come and join us as we continue to read Martín Prechtel’s sweet and mighty gift of a book, The Smell of Rain on Dust. We have begun again, and with each reading there are new gifts to be found.

Join us on the dark of the Moon. Hot water and tea and honey await you. Bring a snack if you like…but more important, bring your dear-hearted self.

A note about your approach to my cabin: As you pass my car, Rosebud, and you’re coming up the little path to the cabin, please stay on the path…or if you have the urge to be off the path, please veer to your right. I’ve just scattered some more wildflower seeds in the “bed” to your left and they are dreaming sweet dreams of when they might poke their sleepy heads above ground – that is, if they haven’t already become food to fill the belly’s of the ever-hungry Robins who share this land.

Sweet wildflower dreams of spring to you,

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“The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise” – an invitation to read together: Number 8

Since the end of 2015, I have sent out an Invitation each week to folks both near and far, to join me in reading this beautiful and powerful book…read more

 in February

To you dear Singers and Weepers, Workers and Wanderers,

I call out to you to come and join us here as we begin another round of remembering how to let our hearts fill to overflowing with Grief and Praise. Join us as we begin another approach to Martín Prechtel’s beautiful, sweet book, The Smell of Rain on Dust.

Arrive so you have time to settle in with a cup of tea or a glass of delicious well water from up here on this dear ridge that some say was once known as the Place of the Deer by the Suquamish, when this was part of the lands they roamed as they followed the trail of the Salmon People.

We’ll begin at 7:00 and go ’til 8:30, or maybe longer if we just can’t help ourselves. Here’s a link to some writings about the book if you’re wanting a little more information to digest.

Enjoy the miraculous springtime transformations as they unfurl all around us,

 

“The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise” – an invitation to read together: Number 7

Since the end of 2015, I have sent out an Invitation each week to folks both near and far, to join me in reading this beautiful and powerful book…read more

 in February

To you, dear travelers on this winding path,

it is me, Lauren,  and I call out to you, to join us as we share our hearts, our grief, our praise. It’s always tender, precious; we share hot tea, laughter, sometimes tears and always it’s a Gift for our thirsty souls.

It seems that we will be arriving at the last page of The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise, at this reading, although truly, we just never know.

We will begin all over again next time. If you’ve felt a little funny coming in the middle, although you are ALWAYS WELCOME…join us as we begin again!

Come if you can… The timing is always…-ish. If you arrive “late” we will sweep you into our circle. And be so grateful that you came.

Remember that if “Danny the Irish Setter” is outside, he has a very loud bark…is completely harmless and also pretty clueless…about cars, about most things. He’s very sweet and also large.

As the grand and fiery Sun whose face remains hidden today, slides beneath the horizon, I watch Madrone, Big Leaf Maple and Red Alder trees waving grandly and sometimes wildly, from the base of their trunk to the very tops of their branches, as one gust and then the next, leads them to another dance.  I am grateful for these graceful neighbors.

much love,

“The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise” – an invitation to read together: Number 6

Since the end of 2015, I have sent out an Invitation each week to folks both near and far, to join me in reading this beautiful and powerful book…read more

 in February

The stars are twinkling in the sky this evening – what a grand treat – two weeks in a row these dangling messengers from some other time and world, greet us in their sparkling ways.

I call out to you, to join us as we share our hearts, our grief, our praise. It’s always tender, precious, with hot tea, laughter, sometimes tears and always a Gift.

Come if you can… If you arrive “late” we will sweep you into our circle. And be so grateful that you came.

As you come up our driveway this time…take a little more time and caution…my landlord has taken down a few trees and driven his back-hoe back and forth across the driveway. There might be more work done; cars might be parked in odd places around here – so keep your eyes open. Remember that “Danny the Irish Setter” has a very loud bark…and is completely harmless and also pretty clueless…about cars, about most things. He’s very sweet and also large.

much love to you as we receive more and more daylight each day,

“The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise” – an invitation to read together: Number 5

Since the end of 2015, I have sent out an Invitation each week to folks both near and far, to join me in reading this beautiful and powerful book…read more

 in January

The stars are twinkling in the sky this evening – what a grand treat.

I call out to you, to join us as we share our hearts, our grief, our praise. It’s always tender, precious – with hot tea, laughter, sometimes tears and always a Gift.

And. My dear Godmother whom I spoke of last week…she is, miraculously, on the mend. As we come together, she will celebrate her 99th birthday! Maybe you’ll join me in singing to her on the phone. !!!?!!!

Come if you can…If you arrive “late” we will sweep you into our circle. And be so grateful that you came.

love,

“The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise” – an invitation to read together: Number 4

Since the end of 2015, I have sent out an Invitation each week to folks both near and far, to join me in reading this beautiful and powerful book…read more

 in January

A call out to each of you finding ways to walk in this world with your tender heart open,

I’m a bit late sending out this notice…been swirled up in the shimmering waters of life and death this weekend.

My life-long and self-appointed GodMother, who is one week shy of 99-years-old, is, we believe, preparing to make her way Across the Great Waters. I’ve been in touch with her daughter, hearing the tales of her mama as she meanders on this Side and then the Other Side. We grew up just five houses apart, and have known and loved each other since we were three-years-old. Her mama has continued to be a big presence in my life

AND there is a brand new baby girl!!! born to dear, sweet neighbors yesterday just after noon.

Life and Death. Grief and Praise.

We’ll meet here in my little nest…reading aloud. Hope you can join us as we gather up our precious hearts and Remember ourselves. Bring snacks, a cushion to sit on if you like…I’ll have hot water, tea and honey ready for you…most importantly…join us.

with love, on a beautiful winter day,

“The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise” – an invitation to read together: Number 3

Since the end of 2015, I have sent out an Invitation each week to folks both near and far, to join me in reading this beautiful and powerful book…read more

 in January

Dear tenderhearted fellow travelers on this miraculous blue-green globe,

As the songs of the resident birds increase in length and variety with each tiny increase in the amount of day-length we are gifted with,

I invite you to gather at my precious little home, to share in reading aloud Martín Prechtel’s new book, The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise. Here’s a link to information about the book on Martín’s website.

I’ll have an assortment of teas and honey and hot water ready for you. If you’d like to bring finger-food snacks, lovely, but most importantly bring your tender heart. I have four chairs and plenty of floor space – bring a cushion if you’d like.

I hope to see you.

I’ll be here, reading out loud, and hope you’ll join me and share the Beauty.

Much love to you,