the daughters
Daughters come to visit around here on a regular basis. Usually, it’s obvious why each decides to drop in at a particular time. Something will catch our eye, like the towering maiden grasses with feathery plumes dancing in the wind… or fog gathering at the edges of a nearby pond in the early morning hours… or the constant play of light over clouds in the sky.
They rise, in the form of words, from places where we find sustenance. Mountains. Oceans. Rivers & fast-moving streams. Cedar forests & smaller preserves of maples & oaks near cities where we have lived.
The daughters find us wherever we are. Tapping us on the shoulder or coming to us in dreams, each one holds the deeper rhythms of the place we live, reminding us of our wilder selves, beyond more narrow ideas gathered from the human world.
They are an invitation, an incantation, a wish for a quieter, more present way of living. A focus for our attention on something other than the unnecessary noise that wants to distract us. Tuning in to the daughters becomes a practice of hearing our own hearts in conversation with the natural world.
It’s the kind of life we want to walk towards every day & the daughters, gathered in our own home – perched in windowsills or hanging on walls - are quiet reminders of that…
We hope they can be that kind of reminder for you, too…
with love, brian & fia
