I am always in awe At the resiliency of new life that comes after the deep frost Deep sleep. There is beauty and innocence, Hope and encouragement That that same resiliency is A source in me That I can tap into and Embody when I’m struggling Or stuck. There is always hope.
Category: Connection
Full Moon in Libra
I am a Libra Tonight the full moon is in the sign of Libra The scales. It is in my power to balance And walk down the middle path. It’s hard to see the middle When you are acutely suffering. All the tools get swept away And become inaccessible. Just reaching to grasp them Seems like additional effort. I am in a holding pattern. Can I accept that this is my condition And trust that answers are coming? To rest a little more while I can? The final slumber before action. And it is my choice. I am not just being thrown about With the fury of the tide. I can let go. Trust that I won’t drown While I wait for safer shores. It can be scary To surrender. I plan on resting Until I have some answers. I will write. I will be inspired. I will move gently. I will accept where I am Patiently aware That change is inevitable. Image from https://foreverconscious.com/libra-full-moon-ritual-april-2023
Spring
Bird song, The quiet of winter melts. The cold grip that clung to the trees Exhales at winter’s end. I am wide awake to a yet Unoccupied Spring On the cusp, The verge of new life. The cycle begins. The seeds of intention are planted. I patiently wait to receive The beauty, The gifts. I’m ready for what’s next, Even while stepping into the unknown.
The blank page is my refuge (part 2)
The blank canvas The blank page The clutter-free desk The cleared-off cooking space. The beginning of something not yet created. The infinite potential The spark of creativity or action. To create something And fill up that space with something new That never existed. And that’s why I return again and again to the page: To a clean space, To make/create something. It is the meaning of life. If we are all creative, It’s the perfect medium to create. I can set the tone of my day, Which sets the tone of my Creative, connected life. On full moons, I always have vivid dreams And creative insight. I capture it here. The page holds all of my fears And creative dreams. It makes my creativity a reality. It is a give and take. A creative relationship That I take action toward And life works. It works for me. I feel light And in a mastery of my life.
Duality
It’s still pretty dark out. The morning commuters drive by And then there are crickets. That’s a metaphor for life. It can be a whirlwind of noise and activity. And it can also be quiet, and it’s welcomed And okay to embody that silence. For it’s not a permanent feature of life. The roller coaster of ups and downs Hard work/effort and ease. Duality At times, starkingly different. The downs can be thrilling too Like a roller coaster. The downs create the momentum To push us back up. And once again, we’re on top of the world.
Fulfillment
We seek fulfillment. Our bodies take it all in. We find nourishment In the foods we eat And in the information We consume. We seek fulfillment From the outside world, Which can nourish. It can hold. It can bind. We seek satiation And satisfaction. Taking from the earth We feel filled up And lifted up. We can be held in each other’s arms. Our own thoughts and prayers Guide us on the path. Our minds can bind us To the truth Or to one fixed view. We take in and seek fulfillment In a focused moment Or a broader view. It can feel hard if not impossible To let go What we’ve become accustomed to: The same familiar foods, Deeply held emotions and beliefs. It can feel that we ourselves are also being consumed If we can’t take care of each other And be mindful of what is acceptable And beneficial to consume. Does it nourish? It all becomes integrated and a part of our cells. So let’s choose wisely. Not just for a single fleeting moment But all precious moments. Fulfillment is possible.
Made of Stars
Each day is a gift If we get off the rat race Long enough to see. That THIS is all there IS to be. We can fight. We can struggle. We can wish it was different Or deny what we see. But it isn’t so. This is what we got. This is the stuff The stars are made of. We, too, are among the stars. That in itself is a miracle.
The Sliver of Moon
The sliver of moon shines bright In the crisp dark morning. I see its light through The bare tree branches. It greets me as I awaken From that warm, cozy slumber. We are the only ones awake.
Hassle Tassel
The freshly fallen snow May just be a morning commute hassle. Like a tassel that a cat toys with. Batted and bounced around Back and forth. Pulled and shredded With differing sized strands. One moment a cat’s delight. Next, it’s so boring That it’s cast aside. No longer good enough To keep a cat entertained. A hassle is similar. It’s in our face. We didn’t ask for it. It feels like it’s happening to us And now we’re confronted. We can have our hand at it. Try to control its frazzled edges, Which we often do for a while. Then the problem is solved. The puzzle was put together And it’s over and done with. Not a big deal after all. An annoyance really. And we move on with our days. Soon it is forgotten Just like that cat toy.
My Inner Warning System
Why can’t I just be satisfied? The happy, fulfilled factor is always a temporary state. Once I receive my desired dream, shouldn’t I feel bliss all the time? Pesky little irritations should have no power. Is it selfish to do what I want, for a change? Like a short gratitude yoga practice. Can that be allowed? Is there space for me, too? And when I can’t find the space, Exhaustion, overwhelm, irritability And frustration take the helm. Each one is a teacher, A guide that I’ve forgotten to put myself first. The groundwork has not been laid. So, of course, I am easily thrown off course. When you’re stuck in the weeds, All you see is weeds. There is no space for a higher perspective To see a clear pathway out. The pause button is lost, too. Oh, this is my inner warning system That I forgot to check in with myself today. When I connect to myself, Through journaling, yoga, or meditation, I remember that I always have a choice And that I am a work in progress. I fall. I get back up again. I remember. I forget. And that’s okay, too.
Healing Insights 