Dwelling on much today as I celebrate my son who turns thirteen on this International Day of Women. What a gift to be his mom and I hope I can live into this poem to pass on the torch of justice, wholeness and Divine Love to him and his brother.
Category: Beauty
Beauty enhances our existence, heals our hearts. Stop. Look. Listen. Beauty is not a frivolous throwaway, but a necessity to a thriving life.
Leaning Into Wonder
Today, I’d love to be swept away by wonder. Maybe if we look close enough, we’ll see it in our midst.
You and the Stars
The stars danced the salsathe night you were designed —Aware that they were part of you,you, a part of them. The stars glowed brightwhen your form came into being —When you mattered, purelybecause you became matter. The stars shone upon youas you walked your childhood steps —Glistened their watchful devotiondespite your fleeting glance. Those billion year old orbs of flourescent juice followed your figure as you figured it out — Gave you direction a blink at a timefor your weary traveling bones. This very ordinary day The stars beam pale rays over you,their constellation of story sings —Urges you to…
Honoring the Past Year (and her colorful embrace)
Twelve months ago,a brisk January beginning,a gift in her hand.“Open it”, she swoons.Wrappings fell to the floor,a box lid yawns wide,reveals a rainbow blanket splayed in glory,a present of presence. “Let’s switch places,” she poses.My clenched grip of striving unfurls, Iplace my efforts on the golden altar.Allow her, the new year,to swaddle me close in a colorful embrace.She places me on her lap,spins her song of beauty, places silky medicine in my heart. Upside down,cocooned for a year —Anointed with color,the paint of cosmic swirls shifting cells, metaphors ofancient stories unlock theirmystery of knowing through the gatewayof an unadorned canvas….
The Mother Journey
The virginal quality is hard to resist —the bright shine, the colorful glow,the gleam of adventure ready to burst from within Her innocence drips charmtoward those who want to form her anew. Yet, the purity she carries is not naivety,nor is it ignorance to the ways of the world. Trust me, her nature leads her to track like a wolf,to see with the eyes of a hawk,clever ideas spin in her dreams The path winds, the road travels hard,her blood pulses rich as new life beats within. The trek takes her deeper, darker —into the resources of herself. Sleeping, shadows…