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Quality Time

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We trekked into the forest today,
my son, my daughter and I,
and I was amazed at how
our outing provided so much
of what my heart was yearning for:
First, to be with my two most favorite people.
Second, to spend time in the green cathedral.
Third, to move slowly, with the wind, breathing.
Fourth, to open my eyes to what Spirit is seeing.
And finally, to feel free in space and time,
soaking in the present moment, grateful,
So grateful.

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 22

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Dear Mother,

I hope you’re faring well
now that we have slowed down a little
and allowed you a chance to recoup your strength a bit.
It must be hard with so many of us human children running
all over you pretty constantly
with no thought to how your plant children
and animal children and mineral children
are affected by us screaming human toddlers over here.
I’m going to bet this is your favorite Name day in years,
now that the dolphins have returned
and the turtles have returned
and the air is cleaner
and countless other places on your beautiful body
have had a chance to rest and heal.
Mother, thank you.
Thank you for your support all these years.
Thank you for this life, this breath,
this nourishment,
all of these opportunities to move and be and express
the fullness of who we are.
Mother, I pray that when this strange time
your human children are going through right now is over,
we’ll remember what really matters,
and take you into account when we make our decisions.
But I know that you love us no matter what,
and you’ll do what you have to do
to teach us what we need to learn,
as all good mothers do.

Love,

Just One of Your Many Human Children

PS You’re so beautiful and I love you!

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 19

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Today’s prompt over at NaPoWriMo invites us to go on a walk and gather some things to create a “walking archive.” This afternoon I went on a walk around my neighborhood and left the sidewalk to duck into the woods. I was looking for morels. I found one within minutes, but it was past its prime, so I left it there, hopefully to shed its spores and give life to some new morels someday. I kept walking and came across a nice piece of quartz just lying on the forest floor. Moments later, a beautiful small feather tinged with orange caught my eye. And on the way back home, back on the sidewalk, I felt moved to pick two violets. One white, One purple.

🍄🕊🌲🌳☀️✨🍄🕊🌲🌳☀️✨🍄🕊🌲🌳☀️✨🍄🕊🌲🌳☀️✨🍄🕊🌲🌳☀️✨🍄🕊🌲🌳

My heart full of melancholy,
I stepped out into the world
only to see two little girls,
neighbors,
also stepping outside.
They were wearing masks.
I felt sad at the reminder of what life has become.
I walked into the woods looking for morels
but was really seeking solace
in the arms of the Great Mother.
I picked my way along the forest, down a slope,
across a stream,
winding my way among bunches of skunk cabbage,
every once in a while pausing to sit on an old mossy log
or hug a tree.
A gleaming chunk of quartz caught my eye.
Earth.
And then a feather.
Air.
And then the sound of the stream.
Water.
And then the gift of the sunlight
warming my weary soul.
Fire.
On my way back home, two little violets
spoke their sweet, secret language to me.
Grace.
My heart is still full of melancholy
as I feel the sorrow of the whole world,
but the Great Mother still holds me,
always holds me, eternally holds me.
Love.

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 18

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Today’s prompt over at NaPoWriMo invites us to write a poem about life’s simple pleasures. There are many. How could I choose just one? Or even a hundred? It’s almost midnight so I’ll contain myself and mention a few of my simple pleasures.

🦋🌞🌈🌳🍃🌲🌱🌷🍀🦋🌞🌈🌳🍃🌲🌱🌷🍀🦋🌞🌈🌳🍃🌲🌱🌷🍀

The sound of bubbles colliding with the sides of my glass
as I sip my sparkling water
Stepping outside and feeling fresh, cool wind on my face
The sun piercing through the clouds after days of rain
The scent of a fresh pot of green tea
Feeling my fingertips growing calloused from playing guitar
The sound of my children’s laughter
The taste of a really crisp apple
Sitting on my cushion in the morning and looking inwards
Watching blossoms fluttering from the trees like snowflakes
Lying down to sleep after an exhausting day
Taking a nap in the middle of the day
Watching ink spill out of my pen and onto the page
The feel of yarn slipping through my fingers
as I knit another row
The sound of my sewing machine.
The smell of steam rising off fabric while I’m ironing
Hitting several green lights in a row
Stepping into the hot shower when I feel cold
Love welling up as I tuck my kids in at night.
Walking
Breathing
Smiling
Just. Being. Alive.

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 2

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I loved today. The kids and I had a sweet hike in the woods. So much sunshine and wind! It’s also day 2 of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt got me because it invited us to write a poem about a place, including details to help portray a mood. I always want to write about natural places, so here we go…

Loch Raven Reservoir Hike, Take 1

We hadn’t been there in a while
and I was excited
Until we walked up to the signs
saying “NO TRESPASSING’.
another sign said “CORONAVIRUS.
This park closed to public,
effective immediately.”
One of my favorite trails, now forbidden.
🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃

Loch Raven Reservoir Hike, Take 2

We drove further down the road.
I followed my nose,
crossed a bridge,
parked the car just beyond.
There were no signs,
just an inviting trail,
going straight up.
I thought about the miracles that spring up
the possibilities that open up
when the routine is shaken up.
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A Little Later

A blustery wind
made the still leafless trees
creak and groan
as their naked tops whipped around.
The water sparkled green.
Blue sky.
White clouds.
Tiny pink flowers on the forest floor.
Moss.
And more frequently than I want to say,
bits of trash,
Signs that humans have been this way.
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Alone Together

First a young man
then twenty minutes later
an older man
passed us on the trail,
smiling, nodding,
warmly keeping their distance.
🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃

Back Home

My house is not spacious like the forest
but there is no wind chilling my bones
or signs telling me I am unwelcome.
Thank God for Home.
🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃

Gratitude: Day 13 of 48

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Growing up in the woods
my fondest childhood memories are of the times I spent outside.
The feel of the forest in early spring
when the trees are just beginning to bud out.
Sitting in an ocean of yellow buttercups.
Bullfrog croaking, hazy summer afternoon,
Patter of rain on countless leaves.
Somehow on the way to becoming an adult
I learned that laundry, grocery shopping and email
were more important than making time for myself to get outside.
I have deprived myself of this potent medicine
oh, how I have been deprived…
Yet
sometimes when I get over myself and I take time to get outside,
my soul is pretty much instantly restored.
I get to bask in this incredible feeling of
clarity, insight and harmony.
When I am outside
I receive the beauty, the space, the inspiration
to move, dance, BE with what is.
In my dreaming I merge with the Universal Intelligence.
In that place I am sending blessings of love
in all directions.

Gratitude: Day 3 of 48

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Nature…my heart, my soul

I have sought solace many times outside

During the darkest of times

I cried by the rushing streams

Sat and shivered on rock outcropping

Held my face up to the moon

Soaked in the radiance of the stars.

I felt seen by the Great Mother,

Remembered that I am temporary here,

Living on borrowed time…

I give thanks for the natural world

Who has always welcomed me with open arms.

My problems didn’t go away,

But somehow they were more manageable…

Thank you, Great Mother, thank you.

Integration

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She walked alone in the woods today,
the wind following her with its whispers.
She climbed up the steep slope,
finding spots of bare earth to plant her feet
in a slippery sea of fallen leaves.
She found her favorite stone outcropping,
sat and closed her eyes.
Breathing slowly and deeply
she received a vision of
great warmth and delight,
a future that waits for her
willingness to let the past go.
The cold began to seep in
and she carefully picked her way
here and there along the downward slope,
superimposing the future vision
upon the present matrix,
thinking thoughts of integration.

I Kept Dancing

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This evening at dusk
I hiked down to the reservoir,
admired the beauty of the water,
the sky, the play of light on everything,
the way the breeze was ruffling my hair…
I put in my ear buds,
played a medicine song* on my phone
and sang along.
I stepped barefoot onto some rock slabs
that sloped into the water,
stretched my arms to the sky.
Then I began to dance.
I felt so wonderful and free.
Then I noticed across the way,
on the other side of the water,
maybe fifty yards away
someone was sitting there
on an outcropping of rock with a dog,
watching me.
A young man, he was too far away
for me to tell how old…maybe a teenager?
And guess what?
I KEPT DANCING.
I thought to myself,
Well, he gets to be entertained, then.
And I kept dancing, and doing yoga,
because it felt good.
I just kept singing and dancing,
and he just kept watching me
from across the water, with his dog.
I danced unselfconsciously.
I danced for the wind and the water
and for my heart that was yearning open
in the setting sun.
I danced for the woman who grieved for two years
the loss of her husband’s love
and who is now free to love herself
better than any man ever has.
Then the breeze picked up
as twilight descended.
I collected my things, slipped my shoes back on,
ready to hike back up to my car.
I turned around to see the young man across the water
beginning his climb up the rocks with his dog.
I put my hands together at my heart and bowed to him.
I silently wished that he would find his heart’s true joy.
I’ll never know who my audience of one was…
I’m just glad that I kept dancing.
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*I listened to “Healing Angels,” “Amataye,” and “Ayahuasca Takimuki” from the Sacred Valley Tribe collection of medicine songs.