Reach

With stars in her eyes
She reached for the distant skies
And found her own heart.

Possibilities

Waiting for magic
And new friends, I’ve not yet met
Just around the bend.

Thali Plate

Lunch, at first so YUM
Rumble, grumble in my gut
Now reaching for Tums.

Blessing

B - Believing
L - Love
E - Enfolds
S - Surely
S - Supports
I - Incarnating
N - New
G - Goals

Within

Reach now, dig it up
The truth tucked in the darkness
Light. There all along.

You... Yes, YOU

Hi. You are loved and special and radiant and beautiful and unique and a dynamic force to be reckoned with... go take that awesomenesss and put it all in today's face, mkay? Consider yourself hugged!!

Behind a Looking Glass – The Fall, and Hope to Rise

The fall… Down

A deep hole…
Plummeting like Alice
But there are no wonders there
The paint is shit smeared on the wall.

Your fingers curled up in arthritic agony
A crippled grip on the heart
Squeezing out the beautiful riotous red of love and life
Leaving only a grey dirge where there once was cheerful song.

A scythe as wide as the horizon, wider than the world,
Wider than the UNIVERSE cuts a path of pain
You try to shut your lidless eyes against the needling sight,
Because the grain that falls is the hope that feeds your world.

There is no sun there, no light to lead the way home
What is “home”?
How long since you’ve had somewhere soft to land
Somewhere safe to rest your head
Somewhere to be a child again (if you ever were one).

At rest? There, at the bottom of the paradoxical abyss
When you’ve hit and been swallowed and there’s nothing more to miss
When you’re mired and you’re strangled by your blankets and your breath
How do you begin to untangle this deep and mournful mess?

Up?
Up is a distant memory
A treasure you forgot you buried
Like it never existed at all.

Oh yes, maybe, yes
The world shifts on its axis
And once again, as if for the first time
UP is a possibility.

The hope to rise… Up

The darkness is spangled with starlight
The echo in the emptiness is love calling your name
The warm rain promises spring after an endless winter
Everest fades, and the rocky road widens.

Icicles begin to break from your bones and your being.
The chain that bound your lungs, unlocked, now falls away
A heart beats, like a little bird, in your chest once again
Yes, Up, you remember now? Remember who you ARE.

New breath, dawn illumined
New day, the path is yours
By love or God or friends or
By your own hard-won and granted grace.

You are here NOW.
Breathe.
Ask.
Say YES.

Robin Williams - His Death & a Reflection

I can't stop thinking about Robin Williams. I know we must honor the paths of others and that we don't know what lessons we came here on this grand playground called Earth to experience. Still, he was such a funny soul, and so many of his movies touched me so deeply.

I wish I could have hugged him and said, "Stay - you surely have so much more to give." But, that's me being selfish. Although, whe...n I wrestle with my darkness, I would want someone to remind me of the light I have to share.

For a man who brought smiles to so many, you wouldn't think he struggled with such demons. Goes to show, you don't know the battles that someone might be facing.

   
 (Read onward, for something to consider...)

Union

Union

We all came willing
Eager, open, wondering
Strangers left as tribe.
 

 

Sorry (NOT sorry), must post again.Still buzzing and processing the energy of the workshop yesterday... I turn to the afternoon sun, and a daydream of yesterday bubbles up and POP - there we are... tearful, joyful, fearless, dancing, laughing, digging deep and MAKING SHIT HAPPEN. (The good kind, of course.)

"How bold one gets, when one is sure of being loved." -Freud.

Grateful, grateful, grateful.

New

Keep walking... the sun
Lies warmly in wait, dear one
There, beyond the bend.

An Exceptional Day...

Jennifer Pastiloff is a strong, dynamic, soulful person and an amazing writer. I've been inspired by her work for some time. She led a yoga-tastic-heart-expansive-beauty-hunting-excursion within today, a workshop punctuated by sweat, tears, dancing, and interlaced with love. It was just what I needed - of course, the Universe's perfect timing.

She gave us an assignment to write ourselves a letter in the voice of someone who loves us. It was wonderful to hear this beautiful group of people read their letters, the celebration of the beauty of how WE ARE ALL WORTHY AND LOVED.

My letter, happened to be from my dog Guinness. Those who know him, probably can't help but smile. For those who don't, maybe you'll smile anyway.

I was honestly floored that Jennifer wanted to film this and post it on her page - but I'll take it as a message from the Universe (and from Jennifer) that I shouldn't pooh-pooh my writing.

Expansion

The space where pain lives
Is the place your heart's edging
Out into greater.

Today

Today, I give thanks - because I have the brain to think it, the tongue to speak it, the heart to hold it, and the loved ones to hear it. All is well, all is well, all manner of things are well.

Prayer

God, grant me the clarity to stay focused on and grateful for the good, when the good seems hard to find. If life is like an easter egg hunt in a metaphorical landfill... there may be some smelly slime on my shoes and flies trying their best to go up my nose, but by golly, look at my basket full of pretty eggs.

And let me be thankful for the pressure that's in my life that's gonna make me into a beautiful diamond (even if I crap myself first). Amen.

Broken in Darkness

You don't see the space
where I'm shattered, here inside,
picking up pieces.

You don't see the place
where my limit reached its end
hiding in plain sight.
...
Could you love the cracks
Could you honor my limits
Could you, would you... friend???

Leavened Heart

Stretched and I found it
Bound tight and dark inside there
Ready for the sun.