The seawater spray sends a kiss my way
It tumbles and roars onto the earth
with such a gentle touch after a loud turbulence
The waves make smooth curves as they roll onto themselves
over and over
a never-ending resource of give and receive
They make their way to soft land after a long journey
and the spray is an exhale like the great humpback whales
Tag: journey
the way of love – a poem to Jeff
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 ]
The Moon – part 2
The moon is my companion that circles and
visits at regular intervals. Its own cosmic journey
reflected toward mine. It’s a dance of give and take.
It’s the silent watch of a devoted partner
always on my side with a bright smiling face.
There are shadows and crevices worn with age and experience
but reliable a friend as any
lighting a path in the dark
reminding me I am never alone.
I send up my own hello and smile.
I know the wild nature of life is never this precise,
predictable and reliable as the moon
Dear Writing
Dear Writing:
I knew you fit the moment I felt
that first creative spark when
a story appeared in my mind
One story led to the next
creativity begets more creativity
Ideas seem to build momentum
The breath links pen to hand,
heartbeat to moments
Time out of time
Never squandered or wasted
All necessary scaffolding
for what’s to come next
Dear Writing:
I am your companion and faithful student
May we continue to go to new places,
real or imagined,
together on this creative journey
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
Devoured
Warm chocolate pastries
all night they rested in the cold oven
frozen rectangles on the verge of freezer burn
lay quietly on parchment paper
over the course of the required nine hours
while I slept
they defrosted, rose and grew
to almost 4 times their frozen size!
In that early morning wakefulness,
I stumble into the kitchen to turn the oven on
memory served me and I wanted to get a head start
The oven light clicked on and they began
the final leg of their journey
into fullness, their greatest potential
becoming a reality in my toasty oven
the white pastry dough
became golden like the rising sun
and their baked delight
swam into the air and nestled
into every nook and corner of our walls
If I closed my eyes tight enough,
I could imagine being in my very own bakery
The timer dinged and the baked chocolatey,
ooey-gooey goodness rested on the stove
until it was safe enough to handle
and then they were promptly devoured
by my daughter as she read her fiction book,
crunching the flaky crust
The smell lingered on
long after the chocolate croissants
were devoured and gone
The future blooms
The impossible dreams
of yesterday
have a way of unfolding
with song
and a bird’s wing
the future blossoms
still unseen
It did not deter or quiver.
In jubilant chorus,
They chatter above the orchard
willing unseen blossom
turn to fruit
Transforming what was barren and bare
Into green lush unfolding.
Patience is what I heard that day
Patience and the impossible will unfurl
and unfold like a new blossom bursts
and reaches towards the sun
Just one leg in its glorious journey
becoming and unbecoming.
In jubilance, I hear them sing
Rest big or small
a cozy space
to breathe
a lavender-scented mask
luxuries but not necessary
I am grateful for this space
this cozy place to rest
I am the author of my story
The captain of my ship
I steer toward calm waters
I hold steady during the storms
They come and go
as is life’s journey
rest is my anchor
rest is my healer
So long ago I read the quote,
"I am my own healer"
Little did I know it would be
many years – decades –
before that intention became my reality
I choose rest
Today it is my birthright
to heal and feel
I am one with the earth
The Golden Star
Six planets align in the night sky
Their rotation and route mapped out
by my ancestors
Math never lies
There is predictable safety in their patterns
We try to guess which one is the brightest
Is it Jupiter?
Is that Saturn’s rings – Yes!
The golden star above my house
and the dark silhouette of trees
Can Saturn see the earth?
Is it a blue star in their sky?
The trajectory of me, a mere earthling
looking up and seeing a song of the ancients.
They say a star’s light took billions of light years
just to twinkle in my eye
What an impossible journey
but here it is Painting and lighting up the dark sky
so many stars
at least 12 – 15 by my counting.
It is cold, the dead of winter
– not in the cosmos –
the sleep of winter is just my experience
what seemed a billion lifetimes ago
is not so far from what I can see
counting and marveling at the light
in the quiet of the night.
There is magical possibility
in the incredulous impossibility
What was once expressed as a ball of
gas and light has not been long forgotten
It shines above me now
It has a story to share
to those who look upon it
My ear is open to hear your tale
My heart is open to believe
I see you now
A hand holding mine
We keep each other warm through this night.
Healing Insights 