|We are all unique and amazing. With this notion bouncing around inside me I offer to the world what I have to share. The words inside my head have reached to overflowing and in an attempt to keep from exploding I have taken to writing. What follows is the result of purging my mind. If you like what you see, SUBSCRIBE at the top of the page.|
a poem a day (4/25/18)Apr 25, 2018
pitter pitter pat liquid life feeds emerging flora,
permeating warmth awakens the solstice sleepers,
earth's aroma touches multiple senses reminding the heart to continue.
GrievingApr 25, 2018
I had begun to write about grief and grieving from my perspective a little while ago and abandoned the writing almost immediately. I found that although the words filled me I could not get them to flow from me. A nerve was touched. I so wanted to share and thought that I was truly at a place to share. Well, I am not sure that the flow will be constant but the words have begun to pour forth again.
“I know that I will be okay, right now I am in pain” is what I want to scream in the face of everyone who tries to reassure me that I will get through this. From October 28, 2017 to February 23, 2018 one person per week, close to my life died. Through this period I gained a close personal relationship with grief. I learned first hand how grief could be a deep soul rending pain. I also learned how one more person dying could have no affect for lack of a new way to interpret the impact of the loss.
I have chosen not to run from the pain. I have made a concerted choice to linger in the deep hurt and not run from it in search of pleasure or distraction or gratification. Embracing the adage “the best way to get rid of an enemy is to make them your friend”. I asked this hurt, this pain, this grief to be my teacher. Instead of asking the question “Why is this happening to me?” I asked the question “What is it that I need to learn?” I am not sure there is enough lifetime to learn it all, so with what time I have left I will continue my conversation with grief.
a poem a day (4/24/18)Apr 24, 2018
aroma fills the air of coffee ground,
bronwies cupcakes cookies scones,
bodies in motion a city of sound,
a warm seat in the sun to soothe my bones,
with so many choices an oatly chai restores my health,
ownership of moments like this is how I measure wealth.
a poem a day (4/23/18)Apr 24, 2018
wrapped in birdsong,
shishle of leaves under foot not mine,
evidence of autumn past,
this is now.
a poem a dayApr 24, 2018
step into the sunshine,
let your flame burn setting the nearest star to blush,
dance to the rhythm causing the gossiping to hush,
sing the song only your heart knows,
this is how you get paid what the universe owes.
In thoughtApr 17, 2018
A mindless moment,
A momentary projection of perfection,
A shadow of an afterthought,
A glimpse of the divine,
as time wraps around itself illuminating the soul.