This morning, the Morning Trip is a little bit different, in that I am sharing more than expressive triggers. This morning I am on my way out to pray and walk at the Tree Place earlier than usual. I will be shortly working with 30 teenage young ladies who are coming from a safe haven residence and treatment center. I ask for grace, not to assume. I ask for a quiet and grounded mind and center, that I speak the words that are granted to me, in order to ease suffering and to bring joy. (and to avoid irritating those who do not wish to be with us, but have no choice)
I will share with you, some of what I will share with them.
“a piece of the River
there’s a river
that invents us together
a river you write
out of the matter
you become when you read it
a river translating
on paper
what my senses perceive
a river
where our eyes commune
with the bread of each letter
there’s a river
a river passing through my head”
– Manuel Ulacia
Elisa's Spot 