More on pruning and more on greening

A poem to help us reflect more...

I’m so, so pleased to share that my transition to Substack and away from Facebook and other social media platforms is going so well. It’s wonderful to find so many of you here. I realize the learning curve to Substack and I think we can all make it together. I really appreciate the many comments that are so heart-felt and honest. Honesty breeds honesty they say—something that Facebook could not do for me.

I wanted to share with you a poem I wrote recently which expresses more images of the pruning and hope for greening.

Just now—this morning, in the morning rain storm here in Brevard, I sat down and I wrote a new entry on “My New Life of Greening.” I’ll polish and edit and post it when it’s ready to share. But, for now, I did want to invite those of you who are “paid subscribers” to read this poem. As I’ve said before, only the paid subscribers will get access to the poems. Why is this? It’s because it’s in the arena of poetry that I’m finding words now that have been imbedded deep down and to share them with you is both a risk and a witness. A risk— in that you may not like what I’m attempting to do here and a witness—in that you’re getting to see a new level of my soul.