Do you believe in magic?
fairy wings that sparkle true,
birdsong that calls for my attention,
What turns the tide in the ocean,
and whispers "grow" to the trees'
invisible blossoms?
I refuse to look for evidence
of the contrary or a
second opinion.
Instead, I hold tight to this truth.
There is magic inside of me
Inside of you
The way in starts with the heart
the beat uniquely yours.
a jewel in your chest
sees the sparkle of another.
The way in starts with what inspires you,
where do you find your footing,
what uplifts and grounds you
deep like tree roots.
The answer can seem fleeing
and almost imperceivable
like a slight movement in the
corner of my eye
I saw it! I felt it.
I know it deep in my bones.
And I have the authority
to choose to see the magic
in a blossom, in a leaf,
in a snowflake, in a branch
now brittle but once full of life
coursing through sweet nectar.
A perch, a safe place to land.
We all want safety.
What brings you home
to your heart, to your own sense
of belonging?
There is magic there too
in your strands of hair
down to your toes
life courses through
your veins, your breath.
The magic of atoms and elements
made of stardust to make you.
Now
Do you believe in magic?
Tag: belonging
Walls
The built-up walls
The independent streak
The survival mechanisms
to protect what was fragile
and innocent
A shell of hardened shards
Sharp, pointed and smooth
A whack and a crack
and the facade melts through
the vulnerability, the innocence
Lost too soon in the harsh cold dark
Uncertain to be liked, to be wanted,
to belong, to be me
appreciated and loved
not tossed aside, a blemished heart
The contents spill out
Walls that seemed so high, so strong
a wash over like a spring
that has finally sprung
The love, the innocence, the belonging
all still there
they always were
a crack and a whack
and I blossomed
into a mighty tree
Rest is a landscape
Rest is a landscape and a peaceful terrain. I feel the wave of relaxation Wash over me Like healing prana energy. I vibrate in its essence. I embody the essential nature. Rest returns me to me. More than a return to center. It’s a return home. Where I am always welcome. A place where I belong. Rest is a landscape And a peaceful terrain Of healing and belonging. It is not a far away place. It is always within me Around me and a part of me.
Buried Treasure
There was a car on fire last week. A red Hyandai Sante Fe. The entire front engine was engulfed in flames. It was stopped on the highway In the lane I typically travel on my morning commute. The traffic was at a standstill. Slowly the lanes began to merge over. I passed the fiery carnage. The flames were so hot, I could feel them Licking and heating up my driver side window. I couldn’t look to see if there was a person trapped. It was peculiar and strange. As the cars started trickling back onto the empty highway, I felt a sense of belonging with the other cars and trucks. We all just witnessed that. Now we’re trying to get back to our commutes, Back to reality, But we all shared an experience. Though we may never meet and talk about it. As individuals in our culture and society, we feel immune to the real world. Our cars give us a sense of self-importance. This experience made me realize that even sharing the road Denotes a connection. We may keep distracted with work, devices, and busyness Claiming busy as a badge of honor. We’re all busy. But how do you live? What lights you up when the workload fades into the background For just a moment? No longer surrounded by grasping or striving, What else is there to discover? Do you have a buried treasure of your own Just waiting for you to be still enough To observe its shine and discover its potential?
Healing Insights 