Comments on: going home

By: Stephanie W.

Stephanie W. — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 00:00:52 +0000

Ahh, yearn to be home, then you have reminded me I already am! Many thanks!!!

By: Georgie

Georgie — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 22:53:18 +0000

Thanks for sharing this poem.

By: Mama Zen

Mama Zen — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 13:38:17 +0000

Her words do feel like home.

By: Barbara H

Barbara H — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 12:32:36 +0000

How lovely – I remember that smell from my grandma ironing and remember curiously watching my mom as she would spray the ironing with a spray bottle to make that hiss. I miss my mom too (she died 5 years ago) but luckily talk to my grandma who is 97 every couple of days.

By: Lana

Lana — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 15:17:41 +0000

Gorgeous poem. Thanks so much for sharing. It’s wonderful when we stumble onto such gifts and grace!

And here’s a long-distance hug for your sad anniversary…

By: yvonne

yvonne — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 14:12:43 +0000

a familiar occurrence…
thank you for entering my name.

By: Jeannine

Jeannine — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 03:36:38 +0000

This is how I like to think it was for my grandma.

By: cypress sun (amy)

cypress sun (amy) — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 23:57:53 +0000

beautiful. i could feel my grandmother’s presence in that poem as well.

By: Clara

Clara — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 21:23:30 +0000

This wonderful poem brought a smile to my face and a memory of laundry on the line when I was a child. It also took me to Donna Hilbert’s web site. Thanks so much for sharing it with us.

By: Lisa Steinmann

Lisa Steinmann — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 14:02:01 +0000

Now that summer has finally arrived in Minnesota, I am delighted to be able to step outside and pin our clothes to the line. It is a simple, practical, meditative task that makes me feel quiet and relaxed. The clothing flutters in the breeze like Tibetan prayer flags. Each sock, t-shirt and pair of blue jeans carries a meaning shaped by the wearer, an essential mantra spread to the universe by the wind. At the end of the afternoon, it is a pleasure to gather the laundry and fold each starchy-stiff, fragrant piece. I have the sense that the refreshed clothing I tuck away into drawers carries an ineffable response from the universe, as well.