The Promise (poem)

The Promise

Beginning a day

Breaking in the pain

Or letting go of such

The promise of a new horizon

Showing up

The reason you

Tumble out of bed

And

For that alone

Get to begin again

The promise

That you are able

To taste

Or smell or touch

To hear and speak

To listen and feel

To move

Freely

Experience change

Have choice

Right now

To love so fiercely

In the face of

Adversity

Pain

Rejection

Or because you can artlessly receive

To let someone be the champion

Of your heart

Allowing goodness

To flow in

Unencumbered

Even when daunting...or doubtful

Because

We know

Deep down

Not one of us

Is immune to heartbreak

The promise that

This very precious life

When it brings you to your knees

Can be

In unexpected flashes

Exquisite.....

Beyond fancy

Imagination

Cracks your eyes wide open

For one sweet moment

You can see

And understand

What might

Actually be going on here

You can begin

In buoyancy

That each new day

Can show you with

Acuity

That you are

As big

And

As hopeful

As the uncharted horizon

That waits for you

And welcomes you home

With arms wide open

A little writing.....to you from me.....

In hopes that your horizons open up for you in the most unequivocal way.

And maybe also

A wild promise

That mountains

Can actually

Become hillsides

The Striking Hands (poem)

The Striking Hands

.

For those of you

Who felt as though

This season is longer than most

Where all small talk

And nodding heads

Cast dark doubts upon your shore

.

In a room of smiling friends

You feel you are sitting with strangers

Just waiting for the hands to strike

Because that means

It

is

Finally

over

.

The heart in this chest

navigates towards yours

I know how long it’s been

When space feels

like a thin veil

When you want to crawl out of your skin

.

I can’t explain each tiny detail

It’s way too deep and wide

You know who you are

Who feel this whole season

Is not your favourite by far

.

So when those two hands strike tonight

Way straight up on twelve

May you breathe a breath

Way deep down in your chest

Knowing It’s finally done

.

And

.

Because of your courageous heart

Because of all your brave steps

You can calmly walk

Head held high

into another one

.

.

I wrote this really fast....

so it reads quite messy and bumpy.....

Perfection is for the birds....

So I’m chucking this out there.

This is the inspiration of many deep and long conversations I’ve had over the last couple of weeks with friends......

Sending so much love to you all as we navigate next steps, big moves, exciting victories,

and all of the gorgeous mundane and sad bits in between......

I’m pretty sure that’s where the magic happens.

Love Love Loving you just exactly as you are.

Wishing you one heck of a

New Year My Loves

See you in 2019

And Thank You Thank You Thank You for everything!!!

Love Yourself (poem)

Love Yourself

A thought has been in my awareness

and it is all about self love

This thought

might turn out to be....

a pretty serious one.....

Do you love yourself?

I mean

Really love yourself?

It seems all day we can put thoughts into our head that make us think we do

Spreading pleasant quotes

Through this and that

That share words

And encourage us to

It’s great and all....

But I’ve wondered for a while

If words float around themselves

Or if the work is being done

One to one....

Do you really love yourself??

I think it’s a life long journey

We are complex creatures with minds that get tangled up in the tiniest things

Continuously bombarded

with should have

could have

would haves

Too short...

Too fat...

Too thin...

Too big...

Too small...

Too sensitive...

Too much of all the things

That reveals in time

A dark empty shelf

So

Tell me sweet heart

Do you really love yourself?

It’s tricky sometimes

We clutch so hard

to make it all come true

Love seems a sliding scale

Sometimes we love so easily

And other times....

We don’t want to

And when we are aware

And can lay it bare

That love don’t always come easy

we push through the door

To find shards on the floor

Chaos can make us uneasy

The shards are things we aren’t proud of

That need a bit of holding

A little compassion and empathy

Instead of dark

foreboding

Those fragmented scraps

Of “not good enough”

Need all the sweetest attentions

To know that they belong

when they have done wrong

Cause

It was never their intention

So You toil and build

Piece by piece a most

Colourful work of art

A mosaic made out of the scraps that were....

At one time torn apart

We see all of the

callousness

Understand all the wrong

Lees by lees

Sliver by sliver

Knowing all along

That

It’s a slow pour to fill that cup

Patience is key

So don’t give up

Make it your life’s gentle work

As

gentle rolling swells

on the sea

So Sweetly and with intention

We can slowly close the gap

There will be good days

And bad

But I know that you can

Really learn

Really truly learn

Learn To love yourself

I’m learning everyday

I hope you are too