"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

Friday, March 28, 2014

love until the ends of the earth

Dear Me,

Remember when you were young, you felt invincible? Like you could take on the world and win? I remember nothing could stand in your way. You were strong and confident and ready. Then you entered college and something changed. Little doubts crept in and grew. And you let them grow and grow, until you became ridden with them. The dark roots and tendrils curled around every bit of dream you had, and choked them-- essentially choking you. But no more. See that bit of light over there? It's going to shine on those dark roots and burn those tendrils to a crisp. You are going to grow and flourish again. And those dreams? They may have changed a bit (okay, a lot). But that's all right. The light is going to make them grow and flourish, too. Because you... you are still that strong, confident, outgoing person that you used to be. That never changed. You just got turned around on the path. It's okay; it happens to everyone from time to time. Pick up your compass, find due north, and GO. Future you is here, cheering you on. We've got this.

Love until the ends of the earth,
Me

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

seen and unseen

fluffy white cottontail bounds by, hoping to be unseen
(sorry, bunny, I saw you)
turkey vulture soars overhead, uncaring of what goes on down below
(except for the possibility of dinner; can't help there)
and somewhere behind me,
an owl wakes
hooting his greeting to the coming dusk


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

petal snow

chill wind blows
scattering white petals
like forgotten snowflakes



Saturday, March 22, 2014

night, interrupted

gentle night shattered
by alcohol-infused hyena laughs
and gasoline-soaked engine roars


Monday, March 17, 2014

morning minstrels

minstrelsy of birds
raucously greet
this misty
moisty
morning



Tuesday, March 11, 2014

dance of the lichen

pine cone nestles between
lichen dotted branches, whose
errant grey-green flakes
seem to be eager to leave
their wooden home
to dance with the ground