Hard days of grief press,pain not forgotten My Easter dress hangs limp in the closet. Messy hair, void of make-up, weary with remembrance Sleepy, I make my way into the kitchen. The tomb search begins,traces of light the intent I look for the rainbow everywhere. Gather remnants of colorto disguise the despair This is my urgent offering of love. Earth quakes a low moan,eyes well with tears (again) I never envisioned a scenario quite like this. Seconds are hours,heartbeat on high alert Death sensed in-between the robin’s song. Even as rose petals fan open, fear penetrates All I’ve believed seems…
A poem exploring the theme of a new normal while Coronavirus seeps through the world.
Hi all, Today, I’m sharing with you a 5-minute Intentional Creativity video to tend to discomfort. This practice can be done with paint or markers/colored pencils. Please take care of yourselves during this strenuous time in our world. I’m hosting regular Red Thread circles for women to connect and witness one another. Please sign up over here to be on the distribution list. Blessings to you. Ally
Some hopeful words for receiving our emotions during a time of crisis.
A poem for here, now, today.