Connection

Fifty

The book of my life
was written
and handed to me
on the day I was born

Before I knew what
language was
The story was laid before me

As I was put into
my mother’s loving,
welcoming arms
The world began anew

The days and seasons
spun and turned
without me even knowing
of their existence

“We are here for you”

Legs became stronger
First steps and fumbles
The first of many practices

I opened the door
and nature greeted me
with open arms and
a belonging

To know I was where
I was meant to be
I laid down on the grass
My senses alive

Before I could even
open the book
of my life
I was free

Connection

Sometimes

Sometimes I can block out
the noise, fodder and distraction
and hear that inner voice

who tries to say her lot
always calm and gently
It often disappears under the rumble.

Her voice is rooted in love
and always looking out for my wellbeing

when I stop ruminating, interrupting,
habitually filling the awkward silence,
I free the inner me

out of the cage of silence and past hurt
out of the chamber of iron and thorns
to express utter knowing and passion

when did being authentic become so scandalous?

Connection

I gather my wildest dreams

Connection

Childhood

abundance

Point of Perception

Connection

“Make of yourself a light”

Connection

Imbolc

Connection

BREATH

The ever changing thoughts
That flow to and fro
Like the incoming tide.
Sometimes the current is strong
And I get pulled under
Stuck in thought.

Good or bad
Time ceases to exist:
My current circumstance,
The coffee beside me,
The very breath itself.
I am consumed in thought.

What I encounter 
then is a choice.
Moment to moment
I can stop the monkey mind,
the hamster wheel
and I can break free.
I can return
to the ever present
changing moment.

The breath is my anchor.
It flashes into my conscious mind
And I find a silent reverie
Befriended by my own
Groundedness and strength.
I encounter the moment
Again and again.

The thoughts change.
The steadiness of my breath changes.
The moment is ever changing.
I can choose right now
to swallow the bitter pill
of being lost
and consumed by thought.

Or I can smile
and breathe
Knowing the choice
was always mine
and I am free.