SHAMELESSLY

The blooms, they seek us out.

They yearn to fulfill a very specific mission, 

to be seen in their gleeful explosion of color and to 

gift OUR senses and souls with delight, with life.

I bow to their offering, 

to their erupting ecstasy, fragrant fervor, 

and their perfectly poised petals.

They remind me... to open, fully ...and shamelessly.

GRACE

The moment when life's grace pulls you aside and gives you that little extra something.

A slight edge of clarity, and love towards yourself, and you take a step with more trust and courage to keep life fresh, to step out of habit, to confront what has been asleep, neglected, and avoided...

Then, in this awakening, comes a reverberation of life, and quite possibly a new rhythm, but definitely some sort of consequence...

Yet, when grace pulled you aside, she gave you something else, it was to help you face courageously whatever may be the change, the shift, or even the void that is created...

you know, the space made from something that was, and is no longer.

Suddenly and seemingly from nowhere (from grace?), you're ready to be with the fear you have about that empty space not being filled the way you once knew it to be filled.

You're ready to sit with yourself in this void and just tenderly hold yourself in loving embrace, even with emptiness.

But then grace comes to you once again, by way of little messengers illuminating that everything is there, is here, for YOU, already.

Then I breathe a sigh of relief, I breathe, there's nothing to DO. Nothing to heal or figure out. Just trust myself deeply and trust life implicitly to guide me. Ahhh.

There's actually no choices to make, no pushing or pulling. There's only the clear knowing that happens when you're there, when you're here, being with you and with life. I'm here in that space now. 💖✨

RANT

Anything but seen,

feels obscene,

like a vaccine

made from kerosene.

Empty invitation,

missing the foundation;

in my estimation,

not moving to this destination.

I flirt with yes,

but then feel stress.

I flirt with no,

feels more in the flow.

I step way back,

look at an almanac,

not for an angle of attack,

but for life’s feedback.

What’s alive in me,

often easy to agree,

cuz I’m so breezy and carefree,

but maybe today, I’m not your cup of tea.

I’m sad and scared,

but not unprepared.

Other times I dared,

no matter how I erred.

Let’s reflect,

not deflect;

otherwise neglect,

means we’re wrecked.

Not a weed of the wayside,

to simply be eyed,

let’s walk in stride,

and trust, what life provides.

The garden is rich,

a full range of pitch,

it can bewitch, and

help smooth the glitch.

Meet me 

on the bridge called 

connection,

one of mutual 

appreciation,

understanding and fierce 

compassion,

truly love's medicine 

injection.

I’m on this road,

detour means implode,

follow the sacred code,

it’s an exploratory abode.

This is quite a rant,

not the seed I wanted 

or intended to plant,

but today 

I'm out of sweet wine to decant,

just these words, 

that came out, 

in a rhyming chant.

DIG DEEP

Death is on my mind,

I can't help but to unwind.

The old falls away,

I can't avoid it to play.

Life asks me to dig deep,

to question what I keep.

Life asks me to trust,

and so I will, I must.

LATE BLOOMERS

The garden,

it surprised me,

after recent fall rains.

A beautiful bouquet, 

delightful and delicious, 

they smell sacred.

Late bloomers...

they're robust!

Courageous and rebellious ones,

sticking around

for the last dance.

They whisper in my ear...

come close, it's a slow song.

GRIT

I want you, 

to taste and feel 

my grit.

Can you handle it?

Will you walk with me, 

or even just sit?

Grit, 

shit,

we all have 

quite a bit.

Are you ashamed?

Reluctance only prolongs

and inflames.

Meet me at the table,

meet me in the field,

together, if we’re able,

we’ll remove the shields.

Let’s be true,

let’s be real,

a messy stew, 

of what we feel.

Living life,

living love,

a little strife,

a peaceful dove.

But tell me, do we have a deal?

THE WATER IS WILD

I sit with my yearning, 
with my breath.

I'm devouring 
the life that 
pours into and 
gushes beyond 
me.

After decades of drought,
a cleansing and creative cascade
fills the arroyo of my soul. 

The water is wild. 

So, save your bits of dry tinder, 
for when you need fire, 
they will come in handy.

In the meantime,
be cleansed of spring pollen 
and late summer dust.

Then, 
come to the window and watch.

The little birds, they 
feast on autumn worms.