Connection

Seeds

The doorway opens.
Heartbeat to heartbeat
Seeds clutched in my hand
Waiting to be sowed
Not knowing what lies ahead.

Seeds are like ideas and words.
Some have a way of 
Flowing into the heart and mind.
Germinating into core beliefs,
A shared memory or story.
Where it originated
Sometimes a mystery.

Seeds can root into an entire story
whose words and thoughts
can empower and create growth.
Some stories have to be
Pruned back to allow in more light
And space for new growth to take shape,
To embody and take root.

It all starts with a little seed.
A seed in my heart
that germinates into thought,
Speech and the written word.
Those fruits can then be passed
From me to you.
An offering from the heart.

self-care

The open door

When I walked through the open door
my mind was made up
before the scent of lilacs
and roses greeted me.

They derailed me
woke me out of my inner dialogue
of likes/dislikes, shoulds and have tos.

The inner chatter fell away
like drapes falling off a clothesline.
The gust made them take flight
and swim along the breeze.

Oh, how I wished to drop like the drapes
to embody and become one with it all.
To let go
and truly lose myself
for just a moment.

Naked, exposed
Yet safe to eat the papaya
with my bare hands.
The juice dripping down my arms.
Orange sweet streaks
and I laughed at the imperfection.

So raw, so real,
so present that the daisy and the rose,
the drapes and the breeze
all encompassed me
and I felt true peace.