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
Tag: hidden
Grandmother’s dress
Mom kept a cedar chest
made during the 1940s.
It was a time capsule of hidden treasures
I, unfortunately, never got to meet my mom’s mother.
I only had stories, pictures, and the
cedar chest’s contents
My most treasured item was
my grandmother’s maternity dresses.
She had two from the forties
– one brown, one blue –
both with the same floral pattern
The telltale sign it was meant
for an expecting woman was the picture
of a stork on the tag inside
The dresses were soft and well-kept
How I wanted to try on that dress!
And to my delight, my mom gave me permission!
The dress slipped easily over my head
and hung comfortably on my shoulders
I pranced around the house
My one connection to the one
who carried my mom
I began to wear the dresses to school
with my sandals or my Docs.
I walked everywhere
to and from school,
through downtown,
to my afterschool job
And my grandmother went with me.
I imagined her at my age
17, walking through downtown Arctic
How few things change.
I imagined her life, full of potential
that moment when you’re still a girl
before falling in love
before expectation
and married life
She was with me
and I was with her
as we walked miles through town together
I still have that dress
it will always be a treasured item
Nowadays, I am less carefree
to wear it about my daily life
But maybe one day
I can take it out, touch it
with my hands, slip it over my head
and prance around, once again
[ Happy birthday, Mom! This poem is for you!! ]
Reiki Shifts
when there is safety
and deep roots
the healing can start
Like an earthquake that loosened
those deep ancient roots
what was hidden has now surfaced
to be healed or revealed
Healing is not linear
or a one and done
like all life circumstance
it is cyclical and spiral
When it comes back to
the surface, it is not
a failure, a revisiting of
past wounds
It is an opportunity
to use my lived experience
to deeply heal what was
shameful and dark
to be turned over
during this cycle
re-examined and not
discarded
no more
no more
It is not dark or full of shadow
It is not dark or full of shadow
the light illuminates
the hidden parts,
buried treasures
just beneath the surface
What jewels do you have
hidden, just out of view?
forgotten
or pushed to the edge of the frame
and it falls away from our
consciousness.
our good intentions
literally laid to rest
It can be dirty.
hard work has its labors
beneath the dirt and grime
the jewel lies in the hands
of the beholder
I am that spark of light
a jewel hidden behind
the sparkle of your eye
It is not cold or dark here
a warm, moist soil
Nourished and ready to
flourish
to become
what was just a seed of potential
Loving hands parted
the soft earth
to make a bed for me
And I lay down
like rose petals’ sweet scents
peppering the rich soil
And in these fertile conditions
I bloom
I become
I am
Patchwork
Patchwork of clouds
thread, thread, thread
pink, orange marmalade
light blue and a gray hue
Summer June bugs buzzing in my ears
left to right
hidden from sight.
An end of summer soiree
Easily missed
if shut indoors.
A serene scene
unseen
when we get lost
in our screens.
That Rhythmic Dance
I have shared my love of the skies With my children Just as my mother has to me. It is a connection to the cycles, To the phases. A generation of past and future All tracked by astronomers. The regular rhythms and rotations. The future can be predicted With precision. It goes unnoticed. That beauty. That light. If not for my calendar And my lunar yoga practices, I may lose that connection. Unaware of that rhythmic dance Of the cosmos always happening Hidden behind those clouds. Beyond my human sight. There is magic and certainty, Mystery and always beauty.
Seen and Heard
In the subtle quiet moments of solitude
There is time to pause and examine
The obscure thoughts that enter my mind.
My heart finds a steady rhythm,
A glowing jewel that is the ultimate dance of life.
I write and reflect on the obscure and profound,
What is deeply personal to me
On any particular day.
I reconnect to that child,
Who may have hidden parts of herself
That society deemed inappropriate
Only to emerge onto the page,
Uncensured, for my eyes only.
I understand there are risks
For living an examined life.
The appropriate societal norms
Are under the magnifying glass.
And I can truly see them for the first time.
I am encouraged, not disheartened.
Change and growth is always possible.
Even my own beliefs and values have changed
And evolved into a reflection of my adult life.
I am inspired, not recoiled
As I try my best to stay mindful.
I am seen and heard,
If only through my own eyes and ears.
It is enough.
It is what truly matters.
Healing Insights 