November Musings Harvest

Harvest

It has taken an extraordinarily

Long time to come to this harvest.

Pulling plow through timeless alluvial soil

Once rocky and frozen with resistance.

Encouraging worms and discouraging slugs

Laboring for fertile ground.

To nurture this soul’s harvest

I have been busy bending nature.

Planting love seeds and tending experiential fields,

From this bounty I now harvest.

I choose carefully the most delicious fruit

Not because I am deserving of this ambrosia

But because I am the author of it.

This wisdom did not come to me by chance

But certainly by thoughtful design.

© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette

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Wendi Romero, Photo: Fiddle Fern

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Bessie Senette

Bessie Senette is nine and a half months pregnant waiting on the birth of Cutting the Clouds: a Bayou Mystic’s Poems, Musings, and Imaginings – an autobiographical collection of poems and essays about the life and culture of her bayou upbringing and the spirituality that informs her traditional healing gifts. 
A high-spirited, creative, solemn, and above all joyous woman, she celebrates her birthday for the entire month of August, otherwise known as the Besstival. Anyone born in August is welcomed as a Besstivite. The High Feast day of the Besstival (Bessie’s actual birthday) is known as the Besstiva. 

When her Muse is not in the mood to muse, she cooks. Bessie’s home is an oasis of hospitality, and yet her husband, Tom, calls it a fortress of solitude. Somehow it works. She works as a supplemental grandmother and primary Mimsie to Eden and Noah, five grand pups and one cat. 
As an ordained minister, she officiates an ecumenical liturgy for a small congregation of like-minded and just “slightly” wacky folk who are lovingly referred to as the Bessbyterians. 
Bessie is a polydactyl poet, born with six toes on her left foot. Some of her friends think she should have a reality TV show but she insists that it would have to be an UnReality show. All are certain the ratings would be astronomical.

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