Connection

Outside the Door

The soft earth awakens.
Fresh dewdrops cling
To the blades of grass,
To my picnic table,
To the windows of my car.

Outside the Door
The sun has begun
Its ascent above the skyline.
And its rays begin
To splay upon the horizon.

In the beginning,
Where did man lie down his head each night?
Did the morning dew greet him
Each sunrise as he awoke?
Did he sleep under the stars,
In the open air,
Or did he seek shelter most nights?

The earth is soft and lush.
Outside the Door
The heat of the summer
Has already begun to take ahold.

The breeze is my reprieve.
The birds are my companion.
As we share a moment
In the early dawn
Before the sunrays get too bright
And I, too, must take shelter
From the blazing sun.
Connection

Cinnamon

The fragrant cinnamon 
sprinkled on my oatmeal
Fills my nostrils
Signaling the start of my day.

I break the fast
And gratefully accept
The flavors of blueberry, apple, and walnuts.

It is but a few minutes
Of quiet nourishment.
And I try not to get lost in thought
Of have-to’s and time constraints.

Each morning is like this.
A brief moment to savor
Before the mad rush of
Getting the kids ready for school
And my morning commute to work.

All is still 
Just in this moment.
The floating fragrant cinnamon oatmeal
Fulfills and fuels me.
For I know not what today brings.
But for now,
Just in this moment,
I am nourished and whole.
self-care

The Unexpected Delight

After morning yoga.
After I’ve rearranged the furniture.
I’ve cleared out space
mental and physical.

I welcome the movement, the sighs, the popping joints, 
the twists, the surprising strength.
The mental games that try to
take me away from the moment.

When I arrive in my mind and body, 
I find soul full awareness.

I am grateful for this body.
For the time carved out just for me.
There is no shame
as my strong thighs hold me upright.

The meanness of cultural norms in
what a pose should look like
what a body should look like.
I honorably greet both ends of the spectrum
and invite a small smile to my lips as I inhale
and clear out the mental clutter once more.

The morning birds are making loud short bursts 
even through the soft rain.
They too must meet their needs
and feed that hunger.

It feeds my soul and theirs 
to find a shared delight at another
glorious day to be on this earth.
To occupy the same space.
Breathe the same air
and each feel free in our own way.

Free from shame.
Free from stiffness and aches.
Feeling strong and in flight as I move my body
just like the little birds outside my window. 
We may not see the sun today
but we each welcome its arrival when it greets us once again.