The earth is waking up.
The ground softens
And looks more bright.
Can I soften too?
Each day is a gift.
This body, this life.
It’s more than just to merely survive.
Come and go.
Like this earth,
Is a gift.
It provides more than
The instruments to just
Survive and get by.
As the ground softens,
The many shades of green
Surround my senses.
In delight and insight,
I can gift myself
With that same delight.
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.
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.
After morning yoga.
After I’ve rearranged the furniture.
I’ve cleared out space
mental and physical.
I welcome the movement, the sighs, the popping joints,
the twists, the surprising strength.
The mental games that try to
take me away from the moment.
When I arrive in my mind and body,
I find soul full awareness.
I am grateful for this body.
For the time carved out just for me.
There is no shame
as my strong thighs hold me upright.
The meanness of cultural norms in
what a pose should look like
what a body should look like.
I honorably greet both ends of the spectrum
and invite a small smile to my lips as I inhale
and clear out the mental clutter once more.
The morning birds are making loud short bursts
even through the soft rain.
They too must meet their needs
and feed that hunger.
It feeds my soul and theirs
to find a shared delight at another
glorious day to be on this earth.
To occupy the same space.
Breathe the same air
and each feel free in our own way.
Free from shame.
Free from stiffness and aches.
Feeling strong and in flight as I move my body
just like the little birds outside my window.
We may not see the sun today
but we each welcome its arrival when it greets us once again.