Connection

Summer in the ’90s

In the third floor apartment
Overlooking the street and cars below
With my notebook and pencil in hand,
I nestled in to meet the muse
And be inspired.

I had no space of my own.
Just a single-subject notebook,
Wire bound and lined,
With the words, “Oceanography”
or “Psychology 2” in large penned letters
On the pastel front cover.

It was my private, personal space
To journal, to explore my feelings,
Writing poetry
As a teenager with no money
And nowhere to go.

So I traveled in my mind.
I devoured books by VC Andrews
And Stephen King.
The stories and characters swirled around in my head.

I often dreamed of a tropical paradise,
An escape, a place of solitude and independence.
I adorned my wall with a huge poster
of an idyllic palm tree.
That poster became my view.

There is no breeze to be felt
From the window
When you’re on a top bunk
In a small room I shared
With my younger sister.

I took those bored, hot summers
And transformed them the best I could.
Looking back, I was laying the framework
on what it means to be inspired.
And now I’m never bored.
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Inspiration and the Sacred

Where does inspiration come from?
It can be a fleeting idea,
A word or phrase that lights me up
And I want to become the explorer
of my own inner terrain.

[The Sacred]
It happens in solitude
And when I’m out in nature.
I feel most connected to
The wisdom of my heart.

Beauty always surrounds me,
Even in the mundane and hard times.
I just have to be willing
And open to see it.

When I connect to my heart and breath,
I feel I am taking an active role in my life.
I’m not getting carried away by the rushing tide
of emotions and circumstance.

In that moment, the magic happens.
I no longer have to struggle.
I can literally go with the flow.

Again, I return to the explorer within,
Who recognizes the difficulty in truly letting go
With surrender and vulnerability.

There is peace and ultimate freedom
To find creative solutions,
To take a beat before I react,
And to connect to my inner wisdom.

How does inspiration and the sacred come to you?



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THE BODY

The body is a vessel
More than tracks of blood,
Veins, arteries, nerves,
Bone on tendon,
Synovial and cartilage.

It is a vessel that
Forever is learning.
It is not stagnant ever.
It holds my breath
And takes my breath away.

It mobilizes me to action,
To thought, to dream, to create.

The body is a vessel for love.
I can receive and freely give it.
I can hold another’s torso
And their secrets.

I can laugh and cry.
I can release and let go.
I can hold and embody.
Mine can twist and take shape
Intertwine with my lover.

I can stretch and realize
My edges are further than I thought.
I can smile and accept
This body that is mine.



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With Fresh Eyes

With fresh eyes
I begin again
in meditation.

Sounds and thoughts pass by.
Just like the breath.
I am the silent witness.

Waves of awareness
Swirl around me.

Can I follow a sound
From inception to conclusion?
What stories and assumptions 
do I attach to them?

Can I bring peaceful presence
To my everyday life,
To each encounter,
To each thought?

I begin again
With fresh eyes
And an open heart.
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The Moon

The Moon holds all secrets.
Yours and mine.
It is a divine circumstance,
Not some random chance.

The Moon may appear busy
With its changing phases
And varied dance across the sky.

It is no secret.
It is a gift from above.
The dance of give and receive.

It is limitless and accessible to all.
The capacity to hold is unchanging.

The Moon listens to my heart.

It is with gratitude that I join
And dance with the stars.

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Deciduous Trees (Part 2)

Deciduous trees start with a delicate beauty 
And end in vibrant hues again.
The tree’s true colors are exposed.
There is no holding back,
conforming to standards
or blending in.

To spend the rest of your days 
in that beautiful authentic expression 
is something to behold and cherish.
Unapologetic
without concern of backlash.

I celebrate the new blooms.
They remind me of a fresh start
And the excitement of something new.

Fragile like the robin’s nest
Sturdy and well made
But too low to the ground.
Not enough protection to promote healthy offspring.

Life is all around us.
The birds are learning too.
They must feel loss.
The robins lost their shelter, their home base.
Is it too late to try again?

Is nature a cruel teacher?
Not so if it prevents future loss of life.
We don’t punish the birds.
It’s the nature of things.

And death too is a part of that cycle
Whether we like it or not.
And we are a part of nature.
It can never be removed
No matter how urban and modern our surroundings.

The pink blossoms are in their full glory
And I am delighted.
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Step out of the darkness and into the light

Step out of the darkness and into the light.
I am here with you.
Fear can make you feel small.
And like a seed without enough space to grow,
Your potential cannot fully bloom.

Step out of the darkness and into the light.
Your authentic voice and story need to be told.
Liberate yourself from the binds that hold you back.
I am here with you.

Do not look outside yourself for validation of
Who you were meant to be.
It is safe to shine your light.

Give yourself permission to bloom.
It was always yours for the taking.
Step out of the darkness and into the light.
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“There is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way” Thich Nhat Hanh

If happiness had a clear, unambiguous course of travel,
Would you follow it to the T?
Would you not get distracted by what lies before you
On the path as you travel to get there?

Would you go by car?  Perhaps that pace is too fast
And one sideways glance away, you might miss
The next mark on the road.

I’d choose to go by foot.  I imagine that happiness is like
A hiking trail with blue square postmarks.
Some are new and bright blue.
They are easy to decipher.

Along the more difficult terrain,
The marks may be dull and faded.
Can we trust that we are being led to happiness?

What means happiness to me
May not be happiness to you.
So we must have a clear definition of what is happiness
Before we embark on this journey.

Or perhaps it is the course of travel itself
That illuminates the path to joy.

Is happiness the end point?

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RELEASE

Release the urge to get it right
Perfection is the joy destroyer.

Release the desire to sound eloquent
To have the right words delivered
At the exact moment.

Release and trust that I will receive
What I’m meant to.

There is no end goal
No finish line
No final product.

We are all works in progress
And there is always room for more:
More edits, for rewrites, to rehashing
And then what’s left?
Hacked up, tattered words
Left on the page.

Torn fragments.
Might as well make confetti
And see where the words land.
That would show perfection.

I don’t have to do it right
Or get it right.
There is no finish line where 
I suddenly become who I’m meant to be.

I am her now.
I embrace and embody her now.
There is no “there” to get to.
I am the joy, the connection,
The creator.

I am the words that you see,
The sounds that you hear.
They are all a part of me
And a part of you too.

Where does creativity come from?
The seed of the soul is my guess.

What seeds are you going to plant today?
What nourishment does your soul desire?
What would you like to plant?

Place them in your palm
And touch the earth.
You are forever supported
And nourished.