Last night I cried. It all became too much; the constant pain, The loved ones who have died, The dire gloom and doom from every side, The heavy chain Of trauma I have dragged about for years. Decades of fears – Of failing, falling, fear itself – rushed in And overflowed my fractured dam with…
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Finding Magic
Magic is found in the in-between spaces, Dappling the grass at the edge of the trees; Whispering soft in the hues of the sunset, Lapping the line between sandbars and seas, Rising to welcome the mists of the morning, Gently caressing with eventide’s breeze. Look for the sparkle in thunder and raindrop; Look for the…
Breathe
Here, take a breath Come from a mountain High in the Himalayas Take it in, reverently; Savor – Now release, an offering to trees Deep in the Amazon. Rest. In, salt-kissed Caribbean air Warmed, as you, by the sun; Hold that joy, Then out, A gift for the green of Ireland. Wonder – How you…
Forgiveness – It’s Never About Them
Forgiveness is a fraught topic. The Online Etymological Dictionary entry for “forgive” suggests its origin is as follows: Old English forgiefan “give, grant, allow; remit (a debt), pardon (an offense),” also “give up” and “give in marriage” (past tense forgeaf, past participle forgifen); from for-, here probably “completely,” + giefan “to give” (from PIE root *ghabh- “to give or receive”). “Completely given” makes sense…
Blank Spaces and Untrodden Snow
You want to know what makes me nervous? Nothing. Stretches of nothing make me nervous. The great plains with their endless horizons. A fresh journal. A blank canvas. A day with no urgent plans. A new, untarnished year. For most of my existence I pictured my life as a book that was being written as…
Thirty-Six Things I Know Now
Another birthday has come and gone, and I’ve got to say this one felt particularly satisfying. Not just because I’m now the product of two squares, but also because I feel more grounded and myself than ever. I wish sometimes that I could go back and tell my past self some of the lessons I’ve…
Find Your Light
Maybe the secret to a good day is much more subtle…
The Earth does not Burn
I wrote this poem over the summer. Since my city has been literally on fire for over a week, it’s been running through my head. Maybe it will mean something to you too. The Earth does not burn. Though the fire rage, Flames searing life from limb, And though a thousand small creatures are smoked…
Transcendent
Once again A hundred yards into the ocean; How many times Have I found myself here? Found myself. That is, after all, what happens; Difficult, impossible, Then an eagle soaring, New-grown wings. As many times as I say otherwise I have not yet found My limits. This ocean, too, I will transcend; Either I will…
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