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 ]
Tag: vulnerable
The Wisdom of Trees (part 1)
Red, banana-shaped leaves all beneath a tree, like a bright blanket, winter sparkly lights gleam on its branches. I look up and stare into its outstretched arms trying to learn its secrets. Tell me, how do you so lovingly let go once your true colors have emerged? Show me that it is okay to be naked and surrounded by beauty at the same time. Vulnerable but not lost. Rooted and grounded in that strong inner knowing. Whisper your secret in my ear. Lend me your wisdom. My eager beating heart awaits your reply.
Have Patience
Have Patience I told myself Over and over again. I knew the advice was sound But I was so impatient! And lonely. I was tired And fed up with being alone, of not finding a connection of not finding “The One.” Have Patience As the old advice goes. I thought I could rush the process Get to the finish line Without doing the necessary work. What I didn’t know was It was all divine timing. Even though in the messy middle, I couldn’t find the lifeline. My desires seemed just out of reach. I needed a helping hand, a boost. It was a hard narrow space And I felt stuck. The vault to my heart was locked and well-guarded. I didn’t want to be vulnerable, to be open to being hurt again. What I now know is Where there is vulnerability, There is an opening, A softening to receive love. There I will find strength. If I can’t be vulnerable With the one I love, The relationship is not authentic. The foundation is fragile and loose. Once I found I could be vulnerable With another, I found safety In letting down my guard And it was strength, not a weakness. That it was true connection, True intimacy. And I finally found my loving partner.
LISTEN
The trees have Their own story to tell. Their roots run deep, Slow and powerful Beyond what my eyes can perceive. Listen To their wisdom. The ever silent witness Present to the environment, The changing seasons, The years come and gone, Steady and silent. Touch the tree bark. Its rough outer edge. Can I be a witness Without that hard exterior? Can I be vulnerable, Exposed to all the elements And be just as slow and powerful? Not hardened to the lessons But provide a shelter, To nest and give respite To the quiet integration; To take nourishment, To be held and to hold All who pass and take shelter? What emerges from the wisdom? What tales do I want to share? The trees have their own story to tell. If I get still and quiet, I can hear their wisdom.
Healing Insights 