Learning to take up space, authentically!
In life, we need to stop sometimes. Just stop. Open your eyes and reflect, no matter where you are or what you are doing. Just. Stop. And that is what I did this week. Turn off the TV, let go of screen time, and observe the world around you. What a healing moment…I am grateful!Continue Reading “A Space for Poetry”
Today’s post is poem that I wrote awhile ago. As I carve out time for more writing, reading, and creativity in my life, I’m beginning to re-discover my love of poetry: both reading and writing it! The Moon by Shelly Coffin The moon spoke to me. I know, I was listening. The early morning darknessContinue Reading “A Space for Poetry”
Elusive. My stillness and peace have been elusive. Perhaps it is because I am looking out from myself. Seeking something “out there” that simply is not. Turning inward, I find Love. She has been here all along, patiently waiting for my return. Which I gladly do in this moment…and in the next. MyContinue Reading “A Place of Stillness”
It has been awhile since I posted. I haven’t forgotten about this blog, but my mind was needed elsewhere though sickness and a move. I was never far…but am back now, ready to share my thoughts and words. Happy reading! I wrote this poem in response to the Supreme Court hearings and subsequent vitriol thatContinue Reading “I Sigh”
Or rather, I discovered them as the light from the sun began to fade, leaving only the crystal clarity of the day. Walking closer, I noticed the fraying nature of the bark, curling in on itself, tattered and worn from the elements and wind. Ashen in color, like the cooled embers of a campfire, thisContinue Reading “I Found the Trees”
I’ve been distracted by space. My focus is always to take up space, authentically. So what happens when space becomes a weapon? When space becomes a place of dread? There are spaces we must occupy to survive. Work. Office. Woman. Body, Etc… Instead of writing, I’ve been distracted. Distracted with the spaces I must beContinue Reading “Distracted by Space”
I feel it. It’s on the edges of the trees, lingering in the coolness of the morning; that transition, that moment when summer fades and fall comes into focus. It’s moments like these, when the utter heat of summer gives way to something new, to a coolness, to a freshness. Fall is a transition season,Continue Reading “That Feeling of Fall “
Sometimes I feel small. Sometimes I act small. So I learn to breathe deeply, with wonder…filling my lungs. Expanding. Expansion. Stretching up to the sky, I feel the authenticity returning. No, I think that maybe it never left. Always here. But waiting for me to remember…