Connection

The Deciduous Tree (Part 3)

Do the leaves hold on to the tree’s branches 
or is it the tree’s own doing 
when it comes to ultimately letting go?

The leaves have completed their cycle.
They were the first buds and sign of spring
Opening into colorful blossoms.

The blossoms became the green or dark hues
Expressing the type of deciduous tree.
All shapes and shades of green expanding toward the sky.

Next there were the seeds.
The future generation of trees were expelled down.
Pinwheels of seeds helicoptered below
The descent to bring forth descendants.

Now that the seeds had done their work,
The tree could finally show its true colors.
The green transformed to bright oranges, reds and yellows.
My oldest calls them the color of the setting sun.

The strong autumn breezes help the trees
Shed their leaves.
And then they are bare,
Ready to brace the cold of winter.

No fragile blossoms to accidentally freeze.
Just the tree and its roots
Starkly standing in the white of snow.

Forever patient.
The cycle can’t be rushed or passed through
Because it is nature’s own timing
And the tree plays its part.

The deciduous tree reminds me
That all stages are important.
One is not more special than the other.

It is a seasonal reminder
That life’s moments are brief.
And there is beauty and a lesson to behold
If I just take nature’s cue.




Connection

Step out of the darkness and into the light

Step out of the darkness and into the light.
I am here with you.
Fear can make you feel small.
And like a seed without enough space to grow,
Your potential cannot fully bloom.

Step out of the darkness and into the light.
Your authentic voice and story need to be told.
Liberate yourself from the binds that hold you back.
I am here with you.

Do not look outside yourself for validation of
Who you were meant to be.
It is safe to shine your light.

Give yourself permission to bloom.
It was always yours for the taking.
Step out of the darkness and into the light.
Connection

RELEASE

Release the urge to get it right
Perfection is the joy destroyer.

Release the desire to sound eloquent
To have the right words delivered
At the exact moment.

Release and trust that I will receive
What I’m meant to.

There is no end goal
No finish line
No final product.

We are all works in progress
And there is always room for more:
More edits, for rewrites, to rehashing
And then what’s left?
Hacked up, tattered words
Left on the page.

Torn fragments.
Might as well make confetti
And see where the words land.
That would show perfection.

I don’t have to do it right
Or get it right.
There is no finish line where 
I suddenly become who I’m meant to be.

I am her now.
I embrace and embody her now.
There is no “there” to get to.
I am the joy, the connection,
The creator.

I am the words that you see,
The sounds that you hear.
They are all a part of me
And a part of you too.

Where does creativity come from?
The seed of the soul is my guess.

What seeds are you going to plant today?
What nourishment does your soul desire?
What would you like to plant?

Place them in your palm
And touch the earth.
You are forever supported
And nourished.
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.