I.
Baby sparrows, so tiny and small
There’s three of them
hopping along the grass
The dew glistens all around
A new delight to discover
with every peck and nibble
Their tiny bodies wait
Their parents know what to do
while they frolic and play
They gather up their fill
to feed their new flock
The babies are distracted
and wowed at every step
II.
The baby robin follows its mama
hopping along, just two steps behind
Is it learning how to hunt and gather?
or is it just playing as it moves
along paths discovered and replayed
by ancestors that have no name;
no memory but their habits remain:
When to leave, when to nest
Where to go year after year;
It isn’t even a question
but a shared understanding
a survival of trust and knowing
We are all on the same path
of discovery, of remembering
our true Nature is never buried
for long
It lives in these bones, and this blood
that shares the same shade as you.
Category: Connection
Stories connect us
Trees
With steady patience
they are the shadow
and the light
They fuel dreams
and fill bellies.
They are the life givers to so many
I tend to you and
You tend to me
This tender, loving act
This dance with the trees
I sway in the breeze
and smile at the leaves
Not just today
but for all my days
on the Earth
New growth of spring
Tender shoots of light
greens and pinks
They burst open
bright and wide
to receive nourishment
from the sun
Though no rain has come,
I know it will wet
and glisten the earth once more
and all of nature will rejoice
Stand still in that warm sun
let the breeze come and go
as a smile forms on your lips
and the corners of your eyes
upturn like the bird now
in the sky mid-flight
Where does it go?
Where does our joy, our pain, our sorrows go?
They are tender shoots
deep inside
that need some tending too
It’s a fine line we walk
as transformation weaves the path before us
I am curious and cautious
with gentleness I choose my way
feeling gratitude for my choices
knowing the energy in my heart
will be the guiding force
The center of my creative life
The center of my creative life
begins at my belly, just like all creation
It was once a knot
full of hurt and broken butterflies
There is a light inside of me
that has a stronghold of resilience
It can be easy to forget that
we all have this inner reservoir
Awareness
I am aware and awake
no longer hijacked by
the sympathetic nervous system:
Always putting out fires,
filled with distractions, agendas and othering
Can I offer myself some grace
in just the remembering?
To be aware when I am distracted and be gentle
and even offer a warm smile?
And when I am putting out the embers
and reacting to others’ agendas,
can I pause for just a beat?
The emergency can feel more important
than giving myself three S-L-O-W breaths
no one will notice
the air that fills my lungs
brings with it a promise and a knowing
That I got this
That even when I make mistakes, seem forgetful
– careless even –
this very moment of breath is true:
What is present and grounded,
steady and resilient within myself
forgiveness is not a passive attitude
forgiveness brings presence,
awareness, and the belief to try again
And to remember that we are innocent
and worthy of our own grace
The Starlings are back!
The smell of fresh rain brings
the promise of warm weather
on the way
The fragrance lingers and plays
with my nostrils and skin
Without delay, the blackbirds returned.
Their sparkle of turquoise and purple
peeked out from their dark feathers
At first a small flock appeared
of juniors and their parents
they toss and search under the brown leaves
leftover from autumn to find a tasty treat
hidden behind each leaf
More starlings arrive.
They are slender with less winter fluff
than the hardy, native birds
the birdfeeder welcomes one and all
Hark! Spring is here!
Let’s shake our coattails
and revel in the promise of spring to come
And come soon!
I am weary of this long, grey
winter and its biting chill
“Arrivederci!” as the Italian say
Seek Peace
There is a secret peace
to be found in ordinary pleasures
The mundane and the profound
The jewels lay out before you
Stake your claim
It was always yours
You are sacred.
The creative process
The creative process is a return to wholeness
It is a journey and often I surprise myself
The twists and turns appear before my eyes
It’s a beautiful thing to be exactly as you are
And here I am, being exactly who I am meant to be
not supposed to, ideals, or outside dictation
of what should or ought to be
But just me. A woman and her pen
playing with words and seeing what shows up
wit or wisdom, I never know
until the pen is done scrawling across the page
and my heart reaches out to tell you so
The challenge
It is a challenge to find your footing
when all the weight of the world feels piled on your shoulders
Yet we go out there and perform like a circus act
Day after day whether we want to or not
Some days feel easy breezy
Some days it’s hard to get your foot out the door
The energizing sun brings the spotlight
We don’t get blinded by the vastness or our greatness
We steady ourselves with the faith to do what is necessary
And do - we do - in due time
Today it’s my turn
Tomorrow yours
We walk a fine line but we are never alone
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