"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

a small stone crashes through

Stormy grey-blue crashes over me,
Streaked with shots of electric white.
Booming thunder resounds through my head
Rendering me speechless, breathless,
but with a mind that reverberates amplified feedback
And nothing to do with it.





grey silk: a small stone

The dawn attempts to break through the darkness
But only reveals heavy mists, blanketing all
In silky wisps of grey.





Thursday, April 25, 2013

a small stone moment


in this moment, the heart sighs
exchanging midnight blue wishes
for something not yet defined




Wednesday, April 24, 2013

breaking open

It's been a while since I posted something other than Small Stones...  life has been a bit of a whirlwind, and it's been difficult to do more than the occasional mindful awareness moment.

I've been breaking open. Shaking loose, I guess you could say. An opportune moment came for me to take a songwriting class, and that seems to have finally shifted things within. And probably on the outer, as well. Everything has opened up over the last six weeks and there has been a myriad of emotions that have gone with it. Excitement, frustration, joy, a few tears, one moment strong, the next moment weak... and the sensation of being so utterly raw from it all.

"There is a crack, a crack in everything 
That's how the light gets in." ~Leonard Cohen


I've re-shaped my ideas of what I want my life to look like, and now the hard work begins of figuring out how to make it all happen. And to do so without getting too attached to outcomes. That's always the fun part.

Changes are on the horizon. In quite a few areas. If you need me, look for the woman riding the waves, trying to remember to breathe...



Tuesday, April 23, 2013

a small stone

When the head and heart are foggy, there is nothing quite like a walk in gentle breezes and golden sunlight to help chase the swirling mists away. The whispers of confusion may still tease at the edges, but the breath comes easier...


Friday, April 12, 2013

the dawn: a small stone


Dawn is breaking. The whir of a bicycle passing. The air is washed clean from the pounding rains of the night. Birds singing to my soul. Sitting in peace, in this one perfect moment...


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

an 'Elfje'...




Tingling
The dream
Beckons to me
Soul dancing heart soaring
Embrace






Monday, April 1, 2013

an experiment


 Book Spine Poetry





Persuasion (to be)
on the road...
(a) desert solitaire.
(Seeking my) rhapsody
(and) destiny.