What does it take to belong?

Lots of pondering on belonging these days in my heart space. Here’s an imagined conversation between me and indwelling Spirit (italics). Please tell me, what does it take to belong? To belong? Say more. Well, must I jump through ten hula hoops blindfolded balancing on one toe? 
Some are gifted for the excitement of the circus, but I don’t require such practice. Do my prayers need to be pressed with perky punctuation through perfect, pursed lips? 
I’m not much concerned with perky, perfect or punctuation. Only with genuine expression of your heart space. If my eyes see rainbow coral reefs…

Burst Into You.

Dear friends, This is the time of year I take a few weeks off to recharge my art and poetry soul. It’s my summertime Sabbath for the next few weeks. I’ll be back the 2nd or 3rd week in August with new offerings. As always, thank you for your readership and engagement. Much love, Ally “If you cling to your life, you will lose it, and if you let your life go, you will save it.” Luke 17:33 NLT There is nothing more I desire than for you to burst into yourself. into who you are. I hear you talk…

Am I an Artist?

She sat on the stone steps at twilight looked at the emerging moon. She spoke aloud the question she’d been carrying for some time, “What does it take to be an artist?” Does it take paintings in galleries with large, fancy openings? Is it a book announcing your name on a shimmery spine laid upon a bookshelf? Does it take the right amount of schooling with the perfect technique and style? Of course, what she was really asking is, “Am I an artist?” She realized that children never ask this question. They dare to believe themselves amazing artists and it…

While You Wait

You, girl of the ocean, swimmer of the sea, washed up ashore displaced amid her honesty. And, now — you, the ever curious one, wonder, 
“What do I do while I wait?” Well, dear one, as the dry air rushes past, nearly knocking you down, let the tears fall and nourish what you hold. You, holder of life, keeper of the flame, bearer of sparks, whatever you do — don’t rush it. Really. Allow the space of emptiness hold you. Listen. Hear that? A lullaby from your inner Spirit whooshing you to sleep— dreams and visions laid on your heart….

She. is. becoming.

I have quite a few friends these days who are taking brave risks in their lives. I’m amazed by the way these fellow kindred souls are challenging the status quo, saying yes to the daring and keeping their hearts open to where the Spirit is flowing in their life. This poem is dedicated to those of you who are taking one small step toward your becoming. Cheers to you and your courage! She is becoming. She’s not finished yet. No, she still has loads of color to splash around. A palette of rainbow to fling toward the universe. She has…