simply ~

20 Wednesday Apr 2016

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grace, life, love, sacred intimacy, seasons, time, truth

“Sometimes, in the midst of a crazy day or a crazier week, I get an email from my brother, ‘meet you below the falls in five minutes’. And just like that, I am somewhere else, breathing in the cold spray from high above, as laughter echoes off canyon walls. Even now, I close my eyes and hear the wonderful music that is bare feet on flat rocks.”

If we’re fortunate, we realize the blessing in the midst of its becoming rather than only in retrospect. In doing so, we free ourselves from bitterness, regret, and a future filled with frustration as we attempt to re-write the past.

In doing so, we erase the illusion that is time.

While the body may be tethered to the advance of hours, years, seasons, love is not. As someone near and dear to me commented recently, ‘How time dissolves in the mind, when our frame of reference is simply love …’

Touché

. . .

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snare ~

04 Friday Mar 2016

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divine this, grace, life, love, nature, sacred, seasons, spirit, time, trust, truth

shine

silver snare
of aged boughs
dust beneath the day
an almost mute
reminder
of another
I can’t say

where and why
it made me blush
for reasons –
none so sweet
as moments
begged my
swollen heart
retreat

to the safety
of forgetting
how it felt
do you recall –
were there stars
and did we grieve
their silent
fall

from grace
were wishes whispered
without fear
for something less
would change
this fragile life
into one
of thankfulness

this prayer
to joys counted
some but once
tho some by name
a light
beyond the searching
where for love
the light became

a golden heat
beneath the snow
where tender
sleeps
the crimson dawn

. . .

gathered me ~

02 Wednesday Mar 2016

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allowance, grace, life, love, memory, nature, recollection, seasons, time, truth

justbeyond

a flushing breath
of starlings
spread to crease
an eastern sky –
the tepid glow
where gathered me
to dawn

crickets sigh
in serenade –
of afternoon to eve
a quiet ne’er the same
as you recall

seasons mark the
passing
of yesterday to flight
to evermore –
as I remember well

the tender ring
of silence spent –
days and weeks
no differ
than moments kept
to echo
in my heart

. . .

held in place ~

13 Sunday Dec 2015

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angels, change, dreams, grace, heros, home, love, memory, quiet, salvation, seasons, solitude, still, time

in the cool dense
where sunlight spreads
across my winter bed
words are left
to whispers on the night
memories
and all that was
before the same again
names so rarely spoken
– now a sigh

of once upon a spring
bouquet
we knew before we knew
as shadows cast
by honeysuckle vine
hands to fit
where heros lay –
promise feels the same
as one to love
held in place
divine

. . .

a little ~

09 Monday Nov 2015

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acceptance, beauty, becoming, blessings, conscious consciousness, creation, destiny, dreams, grace, light, love, missing, nature, seasons, timing

twas late
for the season
berries and passion
before e’er another
conceived us to be
where the sweet
lull of lavender wafted
the summer
well past the turning
of (wishes to) leaves
when dragons hummed
at the mention of dark
louder than any
were known to recall
honeybee sunsets
cicadas when all we were
wanting was some
other reason to count
without counting
back (missing)
the swell of July
and the bittersweet
sting of blackberry
why did you go
when knowing I’d grieve
you (a little) this way
or write to your
wanting
(some other one day)
when honeysuckle
bloomed past the edges
of june
(unashamed of her
timing) –
her wasted perfume

. . .

the reach of remember ~

08 Sunday Nov 2015

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belonging, grace, home, love, nature, seeing in the dark, together

in the chill
of just before
awake to the morning
a white autumn swirl
was given to song
and drifted beyond
the reach of remember
to a place
I was once –
I belong

. . .

the weight of worry ~

07 Wednesday Oct 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Storytelling

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acceptance, come heavy, courage, family, grace, life, love, psalms, strength, trust, truth, value

An associate at work shared this with me. Some things deserve to be passed along.

****

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”

She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”

Remember to put the glass down from time to time.

. . .

from here
the heart is heavy
with weight
most surely long
though not for
love’s enduring
either make
a grace unknown
and guarding
of truths we cannot lose
a step or two
from once
we were
begun

. . .

every please ~

05 Monday Oct 2015

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acceptance, becoming, beginning, death, forever, grace, grief, home, life, love, reminders, soul, truth, unremembering

there are none
the same as I
lovers knitted close
met with ancient
whispers
in the dark
when want
for one more daylight
morning
to confess
fingers weave
in sacred reverie
prayer infused
with promises
holding you this way
once more
let me answer
every please
remain
return
remember
when life is surely gone
carry there my name
on silent lips
let the door be opened
wherein my heart
is kept
free the night
to sail beyond
the pines

. . .

between ~

30 Wednesday Sep 2015

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daylight, grace, home, living, love, moments, shimmer, truth, twilight, unremembering

in the half light
of five o’clock
shadows bend and sway
while ego sleeps
in borrowed sheets
a world away
streaming light
of conscious flight
words
though none can hear
time – a frail illusion
of being here

as curtains fallen
o’er a dream
deny our need –
the weight of place
truth is clothed
in wonder –
moments left
of grace

a chirp
before the coffee spills
and thought becomes a sigh
fingers trace
a life replaced
with getting by

the taste
of names unspoken –
is solace to the soul
as five fifteen
is laid between
the living
and letting go

. . .

merging ~

22 Tuesday Sep 2015

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acceptance, angels, becoming, grace, home, letting go, life, love, nature, solace

in the still
of September
as promises poised
at the far northern edge
of the lawn
fireflies flash
a fleeting surrender
as merging
they dream
into one perfect light
where all
just beginning
the creation of soul
love feels the same
as I knew
that it would
the first time only
of all I have known
began with forever –
a moment of grace
warmed by the notion
we’ve been here
before
holding hands
as always
remembered us
home