Even after the unimaginable
happened, the sunrise arrived
in all its colorful
glory. The flock of birds perched on
the distant tall trees. Their dark bodies
silhouette in the incoming light.
I watch their feathered flight
from treetop to treetop.
Can they see the wider view?
This tragedy happened and
the world moves on. My heart stopped
a beat and I wept. I stifled a scream
in my throat that rattled inside my head.
Why such injustice?
Why take such an innocent?
The touch of a child’s lock of hair,
a small hand inside of mine.
The beauty and the potential
Snuffed out in one senseless act.
I breathe and watch the light blue
and pale pink sky rise over me.
The hope and promise
that a new day brings.
I hear my child sing as she plays
unaware of the recent events.
I try to keep her innocent and safe.
Let the play come, feel the joy
wrapped in creative safety.
I hold her close,
even if she doesn’t understand why.
In memory of Liam James Dempsey
May 15, 2019 - March 21, 2024
Category: Connection
Stories connect us
Imbolc
These dark days of winter
no snow or ice
just a grayness
hung low from the sky.
We all want to be free
free from pain
free from hurt
thoughts, mind
body still.
Yet I go outdoors
Praying for the sun rays.
I won’t squint or complain
This time, I promise.
Your rays are not harsh
But a welcome home
Into your warm embrace
We all long to be.
Gray sky
Gray concrete
The houses look dim
The trees stark black.
I can see the cardinals
seeking shelter in the tree.
Where do they sleep at night?
Do they nest or hide in a stronghold
Sheltered from the cold
The gray, the unending hard ground?
The body hardens against the harsh reality
and all I want to do is soften in that warm embrace.
Lead me by the hand
Yours warming my cold fingers
Gloves don’t keep out the cold.
I saw a glimpse of the sun
and I went outside to seek its wisdom
to bask in its glory
to soak up some rays.
The biting wind greeted me.
My strong legs carried me on
Hoping my body would soon warm up.
Stride after stride
We all want to be free
free from pain
free from hurt
free from isolation and a cold shoulder.
A warm smile greets me like a warm mug of tea
The whole room softens in your glow
The light of Imbolc, another of nature’s cues
The darkness is not a permanent state
The sun doesn’t always shine
It doesn’t have to rain or snow on a cold, gray day.
My emerald heart glows in your embrace
To walk upon the body of Earth.
Of soup, weaver and stone
O’ these remarkable hands
strong arms that embrace
the day has now marched forth
the belly grumbles its demands
of soup.
I weave the ingredients
chopped carrots, celery and onion
sized just right
not too big and chunky
but a delightful bite
spoonful upon spoonful.
Of Soup, Weaver and Stone
The hearth I place upon the kettle,
the pot and ladle.
You turn on with little effort
a forceful gas
a pop ignites a flame.
I marvel the alchemy
of what was many parts
too big to consume
marinates and softens.
The scent permeates to each room’s walls
a heartiness
a potential promise
of a full belly
with gobs of soft fresh bread
baked by unknown hands
now in mine I consume.
A Cycle
Snaggled undertoe, seaweed clings to
my legs afraid to be adrift back to sea
a tumultuous ride
turned over and over
a cycle that pauses for no one.
Come Celebrate with me
Come celebrate with me
as we walk down the path
to the meadow, to the sea,
to the sidewalk and asphalt
cracked, lush or barren.
There is beauty underfoot.
Step by step
one leads to one
surefooted or deeply rooted.
Come celebrate with me:
air in our lungs
a sound on the tip of our tongue
a warm smile
a steady hand of support
a sure-foot beat.
Together we stroll
down the well-grooved path.
The Wisdom of Trees (Part 2)
The trees are my elders.
Their cyclical change tangible proof
that it’s okay to grow, shine, be
our true selves and let go.
It’s always been the natural order of things
And now they have shared their gilded wisdom.
It may look like trees are stuck
and don’t see so much.
I’ve learned it’s in the pause
that we receive all the gifts
this life has to offer.
[ Listen to this poem read by my friend Jess on her podcast The Pawtuxet General: https://www.pawtuxetgeneral.com/1885927/14088823-the-pawtuxet-general-episode-95 ]
The Wisdom of Trees (part 1)
Red, banana-shaped leaves all beneath a tree, like a bright blanket, winter sparkly lights gleam on its branches. I look up and stare into its outstretched arms trying to learn its secrets. Tell me, how do you so lovingly let go once your true colors have emerged? Show me that it is okay to be naked and surrounded by beauty at the same time. Vulnerable but not lost. Rooted and grounded in that strong inner knowing. Whisper your secret in my ear. Lend me your wisdom. My eager beating heart awaits your reply.
What illuminates a star?
How does that light travel across the Milkyway, the sky, and greets me where I stand? The sunflower stands upright. Its round dark face and bright petals meet me eye to eye. Like a sundial it twists back and forth, side to side always facing the bold sun. I too can feel its rays on my face A sunkissed touch warms my skin. I do not know how that tall, bold flower grows from one little seed Whose loving hands scooped up the dirt to plant this one little hard black seed. Tell me, what seeds are you going to plant today?
Day of the Dead
Candy wrappers strewn here and there the only remnants that someone was there. Ghouls, ghosts and zombies all laid to rest the pumpkins and decorations, and all the rest The dark days descend on us the Day of the Dead bestow upon us. A peaceful hush is now abound. A bounty of gratitude is all around.
Summer past
The last warm weather of summer has passed. It’s in the rearview mirror and it’s slowly disappearing behind the horizon as we march toward November. Ever longer nights, the colors once so bright will soon fade too. It’s a natural thing and a reminder that all is well. Even if I have to let go or hold on til the bitter end. The natural order says so and I am just a lucky-enough player on the field to notice. I grow. I shine. I let go. And I can pick up the broken pieces if I want to. Gather what I need. Or just surrender, relax, be quiet like the snow blanketing the earth. It’s a natural thing. And I am a part of nature. And so it is.
Healing Insights 