Creative Fiction

Bloom into JOY

The succulent fruit
hangs from the peach tree
just waiting to be plucked.
With just a small amount of force
the branch gives way its bounty.

A tight snag
Then a snap with release.
The shape is like a little sun
A glowing orb
cupped in my hand.

The orchard is full
of these golden jewels.
A bounty of sweet joy.

A little green leaf
left its mark
on the flesh
with a little shade from the rays.

The rays gave it nourishment
And now I jubilantly hold
It close to me.
I smell its fuzzy soft skin
and take a bite.

Oh, succulent ripe peach!
Its juices no longer contained
and they release out
with the scent of summer
and promise.

And the creative potential
to alchemize into something more
than a mere glowing orb
on a tree
just waiting for the right
passerby
to bring its gifts
into fruition.

What seemed impossible
to the little blossom
when the sun whispered,
“You are more than what you seem.
You just wait and have faith.”
And I’m at awe to see
It bloomed into joy.
Connection

The Spring Crocus

The wild darling on the cusp of spring
The crocus has found its way to the surface
Having traveled over and over
In the same track as its predecessors.

The cold earth has found a softness,
An opening.
And the lush green breathes into me.
The fragileness of new life.

The sun breathes out energy.
The seedlings desperately alchemize
And rapidly transforms.

Their ripe green petals mimicking grass
Kiss and pepper the earth.
I marvel at the emerald blades
That try to camouflage into the lawn.

They are hardy and make the perennial trip.
They wake me from my winter slumber
And remind me, even in the bitter harshness
of cold and darkness,
This too shall pass.

And my heart leaps to join the beauty,
To wear green and lie in the grass
Warm to the touch from the golden sun.

I touch the delicate petals
And thank them for this yearly gentle reminder.
A smile forms on my face.

The mourning doves have returned this year.
I wonder if the young couple will find 
a more hardier, sturdier nesting place.

Nature is the greatest teacher.

Connection

FAITH

I circle around the sun
Even though physically
I have stayed and slept
Within the same walls.
It may appear to all my senses
That I embody the same place 
Time and again.
However, the sky tells a different story.

In winter, the sun rises a bit more
To the right in the eastern sky.
Yes, daylight is short.
But the minutes of sunshine
Tack on to the days
Even if I’m not paying attention.

The world is quiet now.
There is less bird song.
Yet if I get quiet
And listen,
I can hear what the winter bird sings.

I circle around the sun
And have faith that
Day will return
After a long wintery night.

I have faith that the season will change
As it always does
And is meant to.

Further evidence that the journey
Around the sun is
Always in motion
Never stagnant
Never ceasing to surprise
And delight.

The momentum forward
Is not always linear.
But I have faith
That I play a part
In the great bird song today
And the song that is not yet sung
But is written on a paper airplane
Caught in a breeze
On its way
To be heard and sung.
Connection

Despite the rain, the sun still rises

Despite the rain, the sun still rises.
It was my birthday
6:30 in the morning
and as dark as night.
The pattering of rain
against my window
began during my slumber.

I looked up at the sky
and knew that despite the rain,
the sun will still rise
and that warmed my heart.

My special day wouldn't be
ruined from the dark
from the large puddles
that collected in my driveway.

In the quiet of morning,
I saw mourning doves perched
on the electric wire.
Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to shelter.
Just one with the rain
with the elements 
and they were all okay
despite the rain.

The sun still rises
Even if I can't be
greeted by its warm red
and orange rays.
As the day progressed, 
the dark sky did brighten
to a white marble gray sky.
The sun was still there
If I just remembered.

Despite the rain
I went out to celebrate
with my husband.
at our favorite place for breakfast
and each bite was a true delight.
I marveled at where we were
in this place and time.
How I got here on this special day.
The wisdom, the experience, the love,
the awe, the pain, the lessons
And I, too, was okay
Despite the rain.
self-care

A Million Stars

Whether outside for my daily walk by the river or relaxing by the lake, I bask in the light. If I pause long enough, I see the stars floating and shimmering. A sparkle on the water‘s surface. How I marvel that our sun, too, is a star in its own right. And right here on the still water, the sun is broken into a million stars for all those who gaze upon its reflection. A star right in the middle of the day!

What story does each little flying fireball have? Where is it in its journey as it travels through the galaxy through the great expanse?

It has a life force of its own. A lifecycle of birth and death. Even though the end may be many lifetimes away, as I feel my own ending so far away. My mind can’t fathom an end to my existence.

My smile is bright like its own star. I have a light inside that longs to be bright. Yet afraid to lose too much light, as if there’s a limited supply. My life force too is a cycle and I honor it by appreciating each day as a gift. A wonderful opportunity to learn, to be, to connect, to create.

The world is my oyster who sinks and scurries around at a speed unknown and unseen to the naked eye. The scallop and barnacle have a mystery and story of their own too. The light reflects down to the shallow sea and they marvel and delight in its rays as do I with my bare toes scrunched into the smooth cool sand. I am earthing and unearthing myself like the bird scuttering and flipping over each dead shell on the ground looking for completion.