Renewed, sort of...

I've been packing, painting walls, moving furniture, down sizing, and cleaning non-stop for the past 2 weeks to get our townhouse ready to sell...and, I'm exhausted! My very sweet hubby bought me a gift certificate for a much-needed massage. Unfortunately, the massage therapist happens to be booked out until mid-July, which made me want to cry (not really, but I WAS rather disappointed. I mean, when you want something, you want it now! Geez, I'm griping in the style of Veruca Salt.).

So, I thought it rather important, in the meantime, to lighten the load somehow. With a last minute pop-in at the dayspa, I was able to get a my tired dogs into what felt like the warmest water on the planet and then the pedicure began. My tootsies (and my spirit) are so grateful. What is your spirit grateful for?  Now, I'll just be waiting for that massage...

Hatching

I've been blanketed in the dark, heavy days of winters
trying to recreate what's been lost--
and taken away.

But there are still
two tiny sparks I'm holding onto
in the most desperate manner.

My fingers entangle themselves in this
wet, soft, moist soil of hope--
clinging and grasping for the steady
strength of home.

Spring now lays itself at my feet
in a kaleidoscope of possibilities
as I emerge anew from this shell.

Spirit Journey

The things I've withstood 

seem to be many

while the ocean continues to bring glimmers

to fruition

and just as soon pull them from my hands

back into its dark abyss.

Softly then, 

I call to the tree,

whispering of hope.