Child (poem)

Child

There was a moment

When I pulled

My inner child

Out

I reached in

Grabbed her hand

Yanked fiercely

Through the doubt

Untangled her

From my tendons

Teared her

From my bones

She wound deep

In my core

Forged of brick

And stone

Holding on

To the thing

She thought

Kept her hidden

I Howled out

For her to hear

Into the dark

Forbidden

I called to her

As one would do

When calling

One you know

Came with haste

Into this time

Scratched hot burnt

And torn

Like a fire

World a mess

From ash and flame

Was born

This little thing

That needed words

Of tendered

Wisdom true

With her head

Held in my hands

Peered into

Eyes of blue

Wrapped her up

Into my arms

As hot tears

They ran

She cried and wept

When

She was through

She wept and cried again

Releasing fear

Of all of the words

And actions

Raised before

Raised hand in defiance

Raised words hot with hate

Raised the angered silence

Raised the locking gates

She lay limp

Within my arms

I let her breathe

And be

Cupped her head

Within my hand

Rocked her close

To me

Brushed her hair

Gently back

Whispered in her ear

Words of wisdom

Words of love

Words we long to hear

You are safe

Safe now child

Rest here

I will hold you

You no longer

Have to fear The wolf........

Or words

That scold you

I’ll hold you here

In my arms

They can be your home

I guide you into safety

Dear......

Where you’ll be

Newly born

Within their gentle

Sweetened grace

Find that gilded shore

And Know

You Are Safe

With

Me

Forevermore....

It’s been a long while since I have been able to write anything.

I had a dream yesterday

my inner child

came to me

I held her in my arms

Wondering what she would want to hear me say.

This is what came out.

We wept

And for the first time

In a very long time

We felt safe

So today

I wrote this one

for the inner child in all of us......

That yearns and longs to be held safely and unconditionally.

That wants to be heard and understood

I Write this from my heart to yours With as much tenderness

As you will allow yourself today.

Practice and Perfection (poem)

Practice and Perfection

Not all practice

Makes perfection

Simply right away

It’s an art

Of sticking to it

Almost every day

The habit of

Making things

The mind goes very deep

No matter if

It’s good or bad

The knowledge of it seeps

Way deep down

Into your brain

Patterns that it makes

Weaving in and

Out of things

Broad spaces it takes

To keep you Moving

Towards your plan

The more mistakes the better

The more you fail

The more you learn

Each time that you unfetter

And that’s what practice

Is you see

It’s not about perfection

It’s doing things

So many times

That it becomes reflection

A mirror image

Of you my dear

All your patient aims

When even if

You don’t succeed

You play to try again

And in your trying

You might see

Your diligence shine through

Because your practice

Becomes perfection

Because

It

Came

From

You

The posts are coming in hot this week.....jeeze....

I wrote this poem because I have been thinking a lot about

Showing up

Imperfectly

And what that means to put the practice in.

As I’m coming up to the crossroads of some major decisions about the launch of the album

I find my self in a loop of

Should and shouldn’t

It’s a live album, ya know?

And my voice wavers in parts

And I play a few wrong notes

And and and.....pick pick pick

But then

I stopped

And finally realized

*If True*

•So What•

This is all a practice

And the more I create

The better this craft is going to get

And it takes a whole lot of work

And a whole lot of just sitting down and doing it.

And a whole lot of courage to make the thing

and put it out.....

To keep going to create again....

And doing it in such a way that it keeps you interested and loving it.

I’m so grateful for the process of

Practice

Failing

Creating

And being so darn

Handsomely imperfect

Sitting in this spot feels good

I can get used to the rolling ways it makes me feel.

Cause it makes me feel

Alive

And well

And sometimes even electric

So

If you are wanting to create something

My advise to you is to just do it

Make it

It’s ok if it’s not perfect

We aren’t here to be perfect

We are here to practice

Big Love

the Call (poem)

The Call

If you take some time

Close your eyes

And listen

You can hear a faint rumbling

Something is calling you

To move in a direction

To pivot

To gently take action

Or to sit......

Letting it unfold before you

Is sometimes the hardest part

To let go of the reigns

And let it be

To move in the direction it needs to

If you can get really still

You will hear it

Follow the call

Slowly and sweetly.....

I’m being called slowly into something

It has been knocking on the door for quite sometime.

Being invited back in....

It feels good and right....

The pieces are all coming into focus.....

listening

surrendering

pivoting

learning

every step of the way