All winter under a white shawl of snow and cold Mother Earth’s dreams kept her buried in warmth below the frost line. The line is gradually melting away and I feel her stir beneath my feet. Her deep softness rising. All of Mother Earth’s children are opening. Our brothers and sisters living in nature remember the gift of opening is to let light and warmth out as much, maybe even more, as it is to let it in. Spring, the season for our deep softness to rise and shine.
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Angeline Haen was raised on a small dairy farm in Sobieski, Wisconsin, where the love of the earth and all things of nature collected in her heart. She and her husband, Andy, steward a forty-five acre hobby farm and tend to the needs of two teenagers, four beehives, a 110 pound yellow lab named Wally, two and a half horses, flower beds, berry patches and gardens.
Her first book, Sweet Wisdoms, was released by Shanti Arts Publishing in February 2017.
In 2015 two of her poems were published in the Wicwas publication entitled Safe To Chew.
When she’s not writing, you can find her sharing some lov'n from her oven, driving a school bus or watching grass grow.
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Again, this is lovely, Angie. Morning Prayer as we come into the ever new rebirth of spring, Easter. Your words reminded me of the 2nd portion of Gerard Manley Hopkins “God Grandeur” –
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Today will be a good day to really pay attention.
Pam
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There is no better season to witness God’s grandeur than spring! Thank you for your kind words Pam.
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