the way of love is not peaceful
when it knocks on your door
It can take you by surprise
and knock you off your feet
your core belief and identity
can get shaken
what you thought you knew fades away
and what you now behold is the only thing that matters
It’s not a small, trivial thing
when love knocks on the door
sometimes you solicit and put yourself out there
- so many closed, cold doors it hits you raw -
sometimes it’s a smile, an invitation,
a small gesture or a sudden happening
you get your morning coffee
knowing that there is someone you plan to meet
that just might change the trajectory of your life
and it’s not a small moment, because it ripples out
shaping all future time and space
the way of love is not quiet
it burns deep, warm at first
but passionate and raw
your exposed vulnerable heart
aches to not be hurt,
just be loved as much as it is to give
the way of love is as unique as your fingerprint
it is not a predictable journey with marked paths.
It’s the great mystery. It’s the juice that makes life
worth living and to share these moments
with another is a cherished gift
so when the way of love knocks on your door,
greet it in. Offer it an ear, an embrace
love is not to be squandered or stowed away
love is there in the air to share,
to embody spirit in pure joy
love what may come, but don’t chase it away
just when the vulnerable wings appear
on the threshold, you will find the strength to
uplift and transform on a journey to the way of love
[ Today I am celebrating 16 wonderful years of marriage to my loving husband Jeff ]
Tag: heart
It’s a fine line we walk
as transformation weaves the path before us
I am curious and cautious
with gentleness I choose my way
feeling gratitude for my choices
knowing the energy in my heart
will be the guiding force
The creative process
The creative process is a return to wholeness
It is a journey and often I surprise myself
The twists and turns appear before my eyes
It’s a beautiful thing to be exactly as you are
And here I am, being exactly who I am meant to be
not supposed to, ideals, or outside dictation
of what should or ought to be
But just me. A woman and her pen
playing with words and seeing what shows up
wit or wisdom, I never know
until the pen is done scrawling across the page
and my heart reaches out to tell you so
Lunar New Year Blessing
Each day is a gift:
a moment to pause
and notice
the many gifts all around us.
The web of interconnection,
The magic of energy
that surrounds us.
The quiet of silence,
A wing and a prayer
of wishes and glad tidings.
A shift in perspective
creates peace in our hearts
to love, to feel joy.
That belonging and wholeness
we all crave deep inside
the jewel of our chest.
The spark of life force
This is a gift to behold,
to marvel and wonder.
there is no limit to
the many gifts that surround us
envelope us in their light.
A warm heart and opened arms
We take flight in this safety
hearts sing and
Love soars and
propels us to
what’s next in our
journey we call life
unknown
and unfolding
possibility
with joy
The light in the dark
The darkest weeks ascend toward us
The circles of wind-swept dead leaves
approach and scatter as I walk
I tread lightly and look to the sky
The shimmering light of morning sun
dazzled and greeted me
My curious heart reached out
and leaped to meet the current
of light and warmth above
It is a welcome reprieve
The dazzling sunsets will tuck me in
to a play of color and a gift
from the painter in the sky
whose hues and shades and strokes of
pinks, oranges and purple
stir me to a relaxed lullaby
of warm tea, a blanket and a book
We all need to rest and gather
during these darkest weeks
It is a welcome reprieve
The Garden
I walk upon the earth
and seek the hidden jewels
planted in the rich soil
not so long ago
The garden of my heart seeks
solace, comfort and belonging
The wildflowers dance in the breeze
a uniform wave of colorful heads and stalks
swaying to and fro
They greet me and the days to come
Companions on this wild-at-times journey
to seek that jewel in my chest
When it’s not really a hidden treasure to be found;
where you need maps and intricate paths,
booby traps, and X marks the spots
It’s a seed of intention that opens the heart
the light that shines was always there
a part of me has always been aglow
Come back – Don’t fall asleep
Come back
Don’t fall asleep
The world needs your stories
You can solve what troubles you
The antedote is in your chest
In your heart
In your very breath
Even when it feels like it’s breaking apart
and shattered at the core
There is the jewel of what is you
that takes these pieces
that makes meaning in the chaos
The shards are not terrifying
a new mosaic is taking shape
and you are the sculptor
Come back
Don’t fall asleep
The world needs you
I need you
In my arms - all is at peace -
A steady rhythm of heart and breath
To hold and be held
to walk upon this earth
supported with ease and connection
to spirit
to love
to bliss
Come back
Don’t fall asleep
The beauty is you all along
[ This is my birthday gift and to celebrate the month of October ]
Our blue green planet
Ball of energy
and life,
You swim through the ether
My heart, my mind
plays its part
in the whole scheme
of the cosmos
whole and apart
I am breath and heart
Breath is my life force
my heart alchemizes that
force into fresh blood that
sustains me
It makes me light up
from the inside
Even in its natural course,
I can take the reins
- so to speak –
I can open up my lungs
with deep, mindful breaths
It may seem like it’s
automatic
a response
a reaction
The process is not that
complicated
Try it now.
Inhale slow and full.
Do you feel fulfilled
if not just for this moment?
Exhale even more s-l-o-w-l-y
like exhaling through a straw
Extend that breath
and empty your lungs
Trust that you are safe
another breath is on its way
- for the lucky ones -
Put your hand on your heart
and feel that beating jewel
in your chest
It is your life force
your birthright to this body
Today comes fast
tomorrow uncertain
Feel your light
It is your gift.
Happy trails lay ahead
A future I can see as clear as day:
It’s filled my lungs with fragrant lilies
and bold bright violets
that blanket the earth and soften under my feet
Each one precious and beholden to me
My heart no longer a stranger
a beast banging on my chest
shouting its replay of gripes
They can’t reach me here.
In the meadow, in the valley
I fasten a fallen flower to my chest
and we wander down
this happy trail together
Healing Insights 