I woke up the other day and I wondered why I am here and what am I here for, I got the answer very quickly…
“What I am really saying is that you don’t need to do anything, because if you see yourself in the correct way, you are all as much extraordinary phenomenon of nature as trees, clouds, the patterns in running water, the flickering of fire, the arrangement of the stars, and the form of a galaxy. You are all just like that, and there is nothing wrong with you at all.” ― Alan Watts
I am the sum of wild imaginations, broken open laid bare, not withered by age or cynical for I am as flimsy as air…
I am dew in autumn, the frost on winter grass, the festivity of new arrivals love that was made to last…
I am the spray of the ocean the movement of the waves the echo of thunder, figments of the brave…
I am a lengthy version of sadness and of grief, sometimes a live-streamed memorial an ever-shifting belief…
I am the wildness of the forest; the call of tree frogs, the glow of fire flies in summer, a dance in the temple of gods…
There’s nothing profound about me, I am an allegory of words, no legendary savior, just an ordinary girl…
no fanfare or procession no valiant calling, for I am as simple as rain drops, in streams of grace out-pouring…
I am the reminder of gratitude holding me to account, the discovery of magic in mysteries I have espoused…
I hold memories of my ancestors still alive in my genes, Time lord encounters, stop-overs in my dreams…
I reach for the joy of the moment the resonance of the earth, the calling of forgiveness and the re-discovery of mirth…
“Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”― Rumi
Meet me at a place of love, a reunion, where hearts need no words to speak and grace is measureless…
meet me where symphonies revive us from our dark obsessions. where flower beds are gentle and lands grow fertile with joy…
meet me where dance is everlasting and our anthems are heard among the constellations and time is just the word we use to capture the images we can’t forget…
let us become the now moment of this celebration and even when emotions are strained and merged with pain and terrible longing meet me there even in the desolate landscapes of sorrow and I will bring my offerings as human as I am deeply flawed yet illuminated by the radiance of star-dust…
these Long stories that require presence, these unfinished confessions call for a meeting place where we put the world on hold and remember who we were before the foundation of the earth!
Where the shores of tomorrow are unafraid and we only see through a butterfly’s eyes…
“Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled— to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.” ― Mary Oliver
It’s one of those heavy days that has no imagination or flow, I have to seek it out among trees and flowers. The birds call me out from weighty agendas and beckon me back to silence. The air is thick with wonder and Jupiter has made me many promises. I sit among the colors, waiting for gatherers to rest on the alluring foliage, and have their fill. Offerings of succulent nectar are everywhere. Staring up through tiny windows I see the light of heaven and I breathe in the composure of my surroundings… I exhale the wretchedness of fear that desires to lay waste to earth! Weariness seems to subside just a little in my garden of dreams…
I long to return to the forest,
to fairy haunts,
and let restful woodlands capture my thoughts…
come with me,
let’s sit awhile,
we’ll get in touch with our
“inner child”….
as we carve our names in the umber bark,
and forage for mushrooms in the dark…
the chorus of frogs will whir in our ears until the disquiet disappears…
won’t it be fun
watching beams of sun,
as they dance before our eyes we will be mesmerized?…
by the sights and sounds
of gentle trees,
swaying unhurriedly in the breeze…
In the stillness of our souls
we will become whole,
and the voice of prevailing winds,
will leave goosebumps on our skins…
So that when we return home,
we’ll sink in the knowledge that we’re not alone….
