It blows our way we hunker in and pray or it comes upon us as a predator with its prey unexpectedly wiping us away We are bereft and gone forlorn, without song we utter our despair lost in our way without care Yet earth is there to receive our prayer, when storms have past we are still here A newness felt, built upon the past what was, and is no more becomes the portal, a new door to move with ease and find our peace. In this new place of space we cast our lines and toil again to climb the mountain’s peaks and valleys sublime, Exploring new ground building new hopes, home for our souls to grow new paths yet to know We go propelled by wisdom’s storm dislodged from former forms We flow into new being new grace new knowing new going Upon this living, breathing earth Storm brings us new birth
Life
A Friday Prayer
Gray
Dreary
Sullen
Long
Boring
Imprisoned
Squeezing my life in among the cracks
See the day
Stretching away before my sullen eyes
Glazed with boredom I realize
I am working, giving, sharing, inspiring
Supporting, caring, responding to
The needs around me as they arise
Giving my best to each person who claims
Part of my energy today
I am the one who is seeing my way
Guiding my thoughts and preparing-
With love, wisdom, courage and spirit
I pray
Let me be all that is needed today.
Thank you for the gifts great mother
Thank you for the talent, time and energy
Thank you for the love that feeds and nurtures on the way
Thank you that I have all I need
We have an annual event – a running away to play weekend – which occurs in Women’s History month, where we make our own – twelve women congregate to share wine, stories, fireside chats, walks, reflections and connections….and a place to be. Surrounded by the unfamiliar beauty of an unfrequented location, each day and view brings new awakenings to mind and heart…
Sun Rise Lake…
Either Spring is close – and with the sunshine and warmth out there today, I strongly suspect that is what has crept into my blood – or the depictions of winter get-away sports on the news has sunk into the longing of my soul…whatever the cause, a joyous romp through the crashing wake of a wake boarder accompanied by a playful pair of dolphins shown on the morning news completely worked its way into my creative center this morning…..
Everything is Spirit Form –
Everything!!! Since the day you were born!
Moving in and out of shapes and spaces,
times and places,
Everything means something else!!
represents truths deep felt.
All it’s time and meaning here
are puzzle pieces meant to clear
your vision in another plane,
deepen spirits,
provide gain
to lift us higher, fuller, truer –
bring us life that’s newer.
Breathe that spirit energy fine,
Tune your hearts to the divine,
played in symphonies on strings of time –
Music of the soul’s true Mind…..
It took me six years from writing this poem to leaving this work work to embark upon my own work. This poem is offered to all of us trapped in our trappings….may we find room to breathe, space to live ; doing what we love and loving what we do
Searching, searching
inside and out
a journey lived
with no doubt
filled with intensity
spirit and might
seeking, wisening, strengthening
sight
Lead me a journey
into the dawn
fearlessly forging
on and on
following, seeking
living,
being all one can
moving forward
and then
searching, sensing
moving again.
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To my fellow travelers…………