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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.

Live Through It

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Just when I thought I had found
some steady, even ground
I discover that I’ve fallen
into another abyss,
this one deeper than all the others.
There is no end to the sorrow,
no end to the feelings of inadequacy,
the belief that I wasn’t good enough
and this is why he left.
I try so hard to make myself believe
that this will get better.
I reach out to friends.
They say,
Sorry you’re going through this.
It doesn’t help.
I discover that no one can take this pain away.
I guess I just have to live through it somehow.

Every Mindful Breath

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Let go of the myth
that we are separate
and somehow, maybe,
we might begin to experience
true connectedness.
Weaving its way through our hearts
we find a strumming, throbbing desire
to know peace, to know joy
to know love–
we all share in this desire,
and it connects us.
Dancing through our minds
is the wish to be free from suffering
to be free of worry
to be free of fear.
We all share in this wish,
and it connects us.
Our joys and sorrows bind us together.
Knowing this, give of your heart
any chance you can get.
Your intention to alleviate
the world’s suffering
will be reflected in the way
you open your eyes,
take a deep breath
and send lovingkindness
to everyone around you.
Wonder no longer
how you can save the world.
Every mindful breath
helps us all.