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.

Rose Love

Roses ask me to be good and kind
to myself.

Is this really so hard that I've forgotten
momentarily
what good and kind mean?
That good is the sun breaking through the darkness of twilight.
That kind is the heart of my husband, his hand in mine.

Roses ask me to forgive what was lost.
To think of myself as the
Creatress that I am.
And will be again and again.

Such soft plant whispers,
like kisses for my crinkled soul.

Forward, Upward

Sense of purpose stands tall amidst the wavering trees,
wild green
cloudy murkiness
once desperate stones.

"Forward," she whispers, "Upward."
That king of Redstone--
He heard it clearly, strongly, obscenely so.

And this now,
my own revival of spirit
gathers flowers, places light,
makes amends for this unfortunate gift.




































 

Much LOVE to Spring!

Each season brings it's treasures.

Right now,

I'm in awe of this blossoming wonderland:

The promise of roses:

The laboring of lilacs:

The bravery of dandelions who have kissed my feet--

Then whispered my dreams into the universe:

Mother Earth calls me to her garden of nourishment:

This medicine is her gift:

I am so gratefully honored!

Transformed!

Here it is...Jodi's creation for me! I love, love, love it.

She is so talented and open to try new art techniques--which always turn out so lovely.

There really are no words to describe the special and sparkly qualities she brings to her creative work--not to mention that she brings all these same qualities to our friendship and the world!

Here is a poem I wrote inspired by our collaborative effort and this beautiful, happy heart, art piece:

A Happy Heart

Expressed and felt in waves of color,

images washed, buried, blurred

layer upon layer of hazy intentions,

but, in fact

is burning and

bold.

There is always the journey,

and thank heavens, a road map

leading me due east to my home, my forest, my ocean,

my people, my soul.

An offering of hope I see clearly now.

When the  mind doesn't over-think,

when you softly allow your heart to expand

and your hands to speak

there is nothing left but freedom

and sweet transformation.

How ever did she know?