Fall.

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I visited our old stomping grounds: paths we have hiked a hundred times. Fall leaves expressing everything I still cannot find the words to say, on how to celebrate endings.

Mourning you was never something I embraced, opting rather to be reborn in the novelty of different surroundings. Places that did not have you – my nature loving, adventure seeking, exotic car driving, silent but strong lover – painted all over them.

But it’s been almost a decade now, and I want my forests back, to bathe myself in their brilliance and healing once again. So bundle up for the inevitable winter, love, because I sense this spring is going to be positively exquisite.

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Shake the Dust

 

Shake the Dust – a poem by one of my favorite spoken word poets, Anis Mojgani. I hope you find brilliance and courage in his words, as I did. 


Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you
That your heart, it beats 900 times every single day
Do not settle for letting these waves that settle
And for the dust to collect in your veins

Shake the dust, and take me with you when you do
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Winter 2015: Poetic & Visual Inspiration

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I am honored to share an incredible poem,  from a brilliant soul – Paul Jensen. I have been blessed to have glimpses into Paul’s life and light, through sharing of his written word.  Paul passed away unexpectedly last week, and although his passing is heartbreaking to those of us who knew him, I know his spirit lives on in his creative work. With great admiration, and in remembrance, one of Paul’s poems has been reprinted here. Share in this moment. Reflect. Life’s small miracles are still all around us. 
We will miss you, Paul.

Dawn’s Too Early Light

Light on the ceiling
Glowing
Shadows banished early

Silence all I’m hearing
Hushing
All life abed too late

Too much light too little noise
Awakening
The world has changed

The drapes pull back
Revealing
Blinding white, pure light

Snow

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Everything is connected – our bodies, our world.

This absolutely powerful TED talk by Eve Ensler, touched me in a way I cannot explain. She shares her heart wrenching insights into the connection between our awareness of and compassion for our bodies and the body of our world.

Cancer exploded the wall of my disconnection. I suddenly understood that the crisis in my body was the crisis in the world – and it wasn’t happening later, it was happening now. Suddenly my cancer was the cancer that was everywhere: the cancer of cruelty, the cancer of greed, the cancer that gets inside people who live downstream from chemical plants (and they are usually poor), the cancer inside the coal miners lungs, the cancer of stress for not achieving enough, the cancer of buried trauma, the cancer in caged chickens and polluted fish, the cancer in women’s uterus from being raped, the cancer that is everywhere from our carelessness.

In his new and visionary book, New Self, New World, the writer Philip Shepherd says, “If you are divided from your body, you are also divided from the body of the world. Which then appears to be other than you or separate from you, rather than the living continuum to which you belong.”

Before cancer, the world was something ‘other’. It was as if I was living in a stagnant pool, and cancer dynamited the boulder that separated me from the larger sea. Now I am swimming in it. Now I lay down in the grass and I rub my body in it, and I love the mud on my legs and feet. Now I take a daily pilgrimage to visit a particular weeping willow, and I hunger for the green fields in the bush, and when it rains, hard rain, I scream and run in circles. I know that everything is connected.

 

I hope her pure passion resonates with you – like it did with me.

What struck you about her talk? Please share below!


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Musical Healing

 

These beats make my heart soar, to high notes resonating within me like you.
Music is an escape, it’s your voice – it helps me sleep, smile, breathe again.

You are wrapped in the small folds of the crisp notes, and the hushed lulls.
You spill from within me, these sung words on moist lips.

I feel you breathe goosebumps along my neck, in the poignant silence.
Notes envelope me, your big arms, my protection…still.

 

 

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Love. Always.

I’m having one of those particularly sappy days, when minds flood with images of all those who we have really truly loved. I feel blessed by all chapters of my life, and the amazing souls who have shared them with me.

I thought I would provide a link to some of my favorite spoken word poetry, as it continues to comfort me. I hope perhaps it will also comfort you, if you are going through a similar situation.

~ light and love

 

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