reel in
my feelings?
no!
been there,
done that.
lost a seminal piece
of my femininity.
then, a new body.
we do not return
as we came.
bits of us fall away
over time.
we give them away
unconsciously
desperate
to simply
hold
on.
reel in
my feelings?
no!
been there,
done that.
lost a seminal piece
of my femininity.
then, a new body.
we do not return
as we came.
bits of us fall away
over time.
we give them away
unconsciously
desperate
to simply
hold
on.
likely
the most egregious
manifestation
of toxic masculinity:
Empire –
the relentless
drive
for bigger and more,
the insistence
to divide
and conquer,
to possess
and hoard,
the thirst
to pillage
and hurt
indiscriminately –
children,
women,
trees.
at its highest vibration,
masculine
is creative
and generative –
the perfect complement
to the feminine.
when did it all go astray?
fortunately,
The Pendulum
always
swings both ways.
nothing
lasts
forever.
once
upon a particular time,
there lived a little girl.
curious was she,
always observing and asking,
wondering and wandering,
in her own world.
one day,
she came to a fork in her road.
“hmmmm…,”
she exclaimed,
bemused.
“this is The Way,”
an old Owl pointed.
“no, that is The Way,”
a young toad insisted.
perplexed no more,
the little girl
promptly
sat
down.
.
🙏
been immersed
in The Woods
this past week,
roaming blissfully
amidst
trees –
majestic fir,
medicinal cedar,
soaring pine.
each a teacher 🙏
emanating wisdom –
urgent re-mind-er:
universality
connectivity
community
reciprocity.
messages abound about
The Cycle of Life:
birth
maturation
shedding
inevitable decline
and demise
re-purpose
re-birth.
re-mind-er of
similarities
and uniqueness,
of patterns
and curious deviations,
of Life’s creativity,
humor,
generosity,
and relentless
fearless
experimentation
and playfulness.
re-mind-er
of the ancient
intimate
dance
between
fire and water
de-struction and re-generation.
re-mind-er
of Life’s stunning fragility
and astounding resiliency,
and of Its preferred
pace:
slow
steady
silent
infinitely patient.
no rush,
only profound Trust.
.
🙏
birthed by collision
crumble and fold.
.
from your peaks,
nourishment continuously flows.
.
You are Mountain
grounding and steadfast,
emanating potent Silence,
breathtaking to behold.
one of The Four Agreements –
as I comprehend
now:
get free
take nothing personally.
all is only as perceived
subjective
seen through a particular
lens
molded by Nature
and experience.
let go
surrender
detach
exhale
allow Life’s River
its pace.
trust
in The Great Story
your dharma
and it’s mysterious
entanglements.
we can never know
the Totality of The Journey –
bits and pieces revealed
here and there
only where
quiet resides
an intentional pause
spaces for softenings
leaning in…facing
stillness to know.
let go
leap into potentiality
spread your considerable Wings 🪽
hear the gentle wind
guide
as you simply glide
like the majestic ✨️ Eagle
freed from fear
filled will Love ❤️
soaring
limitless
emanating
elevating us all 🙏
.
meet me
there
you know where!
our secret place –
“you” are “You”
“i” am “Me” –
no masks –
open
giving
receiving –
honestly
and wholeheartedly 🙏
feels sooooo good
to Be there.
like Home –
soft and warm,
illuminated ✨️
joyous 🥳
we – each –
seen
heard
honored
held
healed
revived
revealed
patched up
and then
to that “other” world –
the frenzied marketplace –
we are re-turned
with gift 🎁 bearing Hands 🫴
and Compassionate Heart ❤️
to Serve 🙏
I did not see You,
Mystical Eagle.
saw Your shadow –
dark
atop the green of the grass
in juxtaposition to the otherworldly
blue of Your Sky.
caught the outline of Your Wings –
wide open
confident
gliding.
even in shadow,
Eagle
enchants and emboldens.
always so activating,
the summer months,
for me:
so much skin exposed,
flesh seemingly everywhere-
breasts
legs
midriffs
butt checks-
all as overwhelming
and stifling
as the humidity
and the heat
and that inner voice
incessant speak:
“cover up and hide,
yours is not a body
for display to the outside.”