Wednesday, February 2, 2022

You Can Only Know its Ripe if You Taste

 This day is always tender... My Sean's Angel day... I'll miss him always...

You can only know it's ripe if you taste...

Our lives are filled with poem bushes...

Some blooming with vibrant robust love... fruit so sweet, juices run down your chin with each bite...

Some bloom with deep heavy sorrow... fruit so heavy it leaves sadness on your tongue...

Some bloom with such exuberant color... the sight brings giggles of delight...

Some bloom with fragrance so pleasing... they give new meaning to deep breaths...

Some bloom larger than others, I've learned they seem to grow together...

There's love in the sorrow, or it wouldn't bloom so full...

There's thorns in the love, giving the blossoms richer beauty...

The roots of each reaching for the other under the soil...

Growing together and entwining, holding each steady as the winds of life continue to blow.

2-2-22

Saturday, January 29, 2022

I Want to Wrap Myself Tight

I Want to wrap myself tight so I don't float away, but not too tight because I still want to sway with the flow...

To be held as to not be lost out to sea, but gently so I won't feel too confined...

I need a love like that, held but not smothered, flowing but rooted too...

I think in my life I've kicked myself loose from the seaweed thinking I was a good enough floater to stay close on my own...

As I've drifted too far sometimes, someone has puled me back and tethered me to them...

Those someone's have floated out to sea now...

No one to watch for me floating away...

And no one to pull me back...

So Ive just been floating out here...

Sometimes pulling myself back, and sometimes too tired to swim...

Where is new seaweed to wrap myself in, new vines to tether my heart too...

1-24-22

What I'd want to save for later

 What I'd want to save for later... That moment just the three of us in the car, the bubble of just my babies and me together again.

What I'd want to save for later... the giggles of my love nuggets, so in love with the time together.

What I'd want to save for later... bedtime cuddles with the ones who call me namae.

What I'd want to save for later... the moments under the tree in the valley listening to my mom and aunts telling stories.

What I'd want to save for later...  watching the sunset on the beach with waves crashing to the shore. 

What I'd want to save for later...  the deep orange red color of the sky as the sun leaves so my moon can come back home.

What I'd want to save for later...  the look in your eyes that seems to pierce my soul.

What I'd want to save for later...  the whisper of your voice in my ear making chills and bumps of excitement on my skin.

What I'd want to save for later...  the taste of mango and coconut stick rice.

What I'd want to save for later...  the warmth of the sun on my skin and a light breeze in the air.

What I'd want to save for later...the feeling of your arms reaching for me as you sleep. 

What I'd want to save for later...  one more minute of your lips devouring mine.

What I'd want to save for later...  the giddiness of seeing your face so clearly when I close my eyes.

What I'd want to save for later... This moment... this moment... this moment right now.

1-3-22

Like Secrets Held too Long

 Like secrets held too long...

Sometimes I say too much... share too easily...

and maybe its because there are things I can never say...

Secrets that must be held... 

Sometimes I say too much... 

Sometimes even from myself...

Maybe sharing too much is a trauma response...

Maybe telling so much of my story is a way of needling to be seen...

Yet knowing I'll still hide the shame of some...

I'm learning that my stories can help another...

I'm still surprised sometimes what people share with me...

Let me hold with them...

It feels like an honor, it feels like being let into a place few are allowed...

Holding space for them to find healing...

Looking deep in their soul, and not looking away...

Maybe my longing to be really seen gives me the capacity to really see...

I am learning to soak in the moments that have me catching my breath...

The burst of love like air blown in a babies face before they're submerged under water...

Maybe its to hold in the love so it can circulate inside my body, touching all the hidden places before I let it go to share it with the universe.

1-5-22




Drop In and Feel This

 Drop In and Feel This... The way your knowing just knows.

 Drop In and Feel This...The gentle burn of love coursing through your body.

 Drop In and Feel This... The release of breath you have been holding for years.

 Drop In and Feel This...The opening of what might be.

 Drop In and Feel This... The expansion of light inside.

 Drop In and Feel This... The wisdom of the ancestors whose collective came down to you.

 Drop In and Feel This... Your communion with the force greater than yourself.

 Drop In and Feel This... The giddy excitement of what's possible.

 Drop In and Feel This... The giving of myself to a greater collective.

 Drop In and Feel This... The bliss of using my gifts to bless others.

 Drop In and Feel This... The using of my words as salve on the wounds of your heart.

 Drop In and Feel This... The deep knowing that I am always coming home to myself.

12-10-21



Monday, December 13, 2021

The Holidays can be Ho Ho Hard

Ho Ho Ho... 

The holidays can be Ho Ho Hard...

I have struggled with the holidays most of my adult years...

It can be a stressful time of year, especially for single parents trying to figure it out on their own... when you don't have a partner to lean on and no matter the love you feel around you it can feel very lonely.  The stress of making the holidays feel normal for your kiddos can have you over compensating and always trying to keep up.  

I have this teetering of feeling so grateful for the love I have in my life, the support I do feel, and the lingering loneliness that weaves its way through the joy.    

I love the holiday spirit... I love the giving and the love...

I love the excitement of children... and the way it brings people together...

The two traditions that I really love are doing Christmas cards (I send out lots) I have had my kids dress up in all kinds of outfits/costumes for them and now they are pictures of my growing family. And I love giving Christmas Eve pajamas, having everyone matching in some way or another.

The newer tradition that brings me joy are my Angel Uggs... it all started 6 years ago when I made an innocent comment about how the next year I would have a man in my life who would love me and would buy me Uggs... Instead my Sean got them to me that year in the sweetest way... and every year since I have gotten one or two tips that bought them for me. And it always reminds me that I'm thought of and loved.  

And while I definitely don't want to down play how blessed I am... I also have this looming almost dread of the holidays... these days I'm not as worried about them financially because my kids are grown and that pressure is somewhat lifted.  In someways it can be even more lonely now though because I don't have the distraction of my kids to get me through.  Its also hard to admit the struggle, one more way that I can feel "different than".  It can feel shameful to say it out loud that you feel alone.  The need to feel like you have to be extra fun at a holiday party as to not notice that you came alone and will leave alone.  I don't want to be Harriet Holiday spoiler, and I know I'm not the only one to feel this way at one time or another so I want you to know if you feel this... you aren't alone in the feeling. 

I don't want to give some advice on how to push through the holidays, faking it until you make it... It's normal to feel joy about the holidays and blessings of the season AND still feel like you don't know how to belong and feel loneliness.  I want you to know its ok to feel your feelings, to sit in the uncomfortableness of alone... to greet her and acknowledge her... I see you loneliness... I see you not feeling enough and I will sit with you until you you've got the attention you need to not fester into resentment. Be compassionate with yourself, let tears come if they need to and maybe even some anger let out in screaming (not at others but to just let the feelings move through)... And please please please reach out... I know its the hardest thing to do at this time and the thing you want to do the least because that just compounds the lonely feelings.... But reaching out and connecting are the ways to healing... Leaning in and feeling our way through this time can make it seem like instead of holding our breath, we are breathing in deep and letting ourselves exhale. Breathe sweet one, breathe.  


Monday, December 6, 2021

Equine Journey 7- I Would Like my Living to Inhabit Me

I would like my living to inhabit me...

It's been a few weeks since my round of equine ended...

Maybe I need to go to the pasture, and smell the neck of him...

My eyes fill with tears as I think of it...

Maybe I need to put my forehead to his, his third eye with mine for answers...

Maybe he holds what I haven't dared...

Maybe it's time to let him give it back to me...

Maybe the breeze from the river will bring us the peace we seek...

Maybe my hand on his chest, and the other on mine will remind me of the knowing I have...

Maybe his ability to hold space will give me the room to explore myself, and remember my deepest core...

Maybe I will find myself reflected in the pool of his deep brown eyes...

And maybe, just maybe, he will find himself in mine...

10-27-21