Walks of Peace

I love how you serenade me with the birds' songs

and the gentle breezes throughout  the trees

   

Your perfumed scents of wild roses and honeysuckle...

unfettered innocence, joy

        

 And your taste upon my lips of sour grass and mint.

 

I honor these walks of peace and inspiration.

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Chose Light

Have I chosen this path or has it been chosen for me?

Will my next step be...

into the darkness through the light or into the light through the darkness?

 

Chose light always chose light

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And So I Did

 

And this large branch was blown down in the storm

 

Its wound bore no pain just openness

From the middle jutted out virgin wood

I tried to break some off for it was so beautiful  

It would not budge
 

In the process a small remnant shattered off and fell into my hand

I held a small piece of its bark

its outside was bumpy and cold

Yet the inside was seasoned wood,

a ruddy orange almost red, a blood orange.

 It was quite jagged yet smooth in places not expected

It said quite clearly “Take me home”

and so I listened

 and so I did.   

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Perpetual Awe

I walk to you today

The ground maybe soggy from all of the rain these past few days

but it is firm enough for me to go forward

and forward I shall go

The art class, yoga teacher training, spending more time with my husband
Life is changing
My children are getting ready to leave the nest 
My hand is cramping from this writing

but my heart, her cup runneth over

I am so grateful

you will still be my constant

With you I have a destination
With you I have support

With you I see beauty
With you in your naked form I am never alone

To you I come as you leave me in perpetual awe

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Dim

 

Today I see a dull reflection of the sun upon still waters. She whispers, “If you wait long enough the clouds will drift away and my bright light will prevail. Patience my child, patience and remember your hopes and dreams can shine bright even though my light may be dim.”

 

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Still Here

Today I come to you. The humidity is so heavy I can feel it masking my skin and pulling my eyelid’s down, “sleep, sleep, sleep”.

Where is hope today? I awoke this morning. I walked to you my spring waters. I do not wear my diamonds. I do not wear my light ... for today I am still here and for this alone I give thanks.

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Summer Morning

 

This morning the pond is covered by a green carpet of algae. I feel this urge to interact with these waters and make a ripple but cannot find anything heavy enough to do what I quest… no rocks or heavy branches, none.

 

Did I look hard enough or did I just scan the surface?  I see a tall but thick weed, break it, and throw it in but it is too light to make a difference. It just floats above not moving, not making a difference, none.

I decide to continue to search and lo and behold, I spy a heavy branch. Yes. I run to the waterside again…stand on a mound and with leverage throw it in…yes ripples. In that moment of contact the water became clear and opens itself to me.

Oh clear water which lies below even though you are covered again with algae, I know for that moment I felt joy. How long did that moment last?  It’s just a matter how one perceives time.

How deep was the joy?  It’s just a matter of how long I opened my heart.

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