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5% of hard.


Because it seems the New Year ‘should’ start off with positive vibes and the joy of embracing what comes next, this poem,  maybe a bit unsettling, and it still holds to the possibility that there is 95% of joy waiting to be released.

The day/year did start hard.  For me, this welcomes the possibility of finding the soft, joyful edges, the willingness to notices insensitivities and the letting go of righteous surety.

In the dedication of this poem, I give it to the elements:  Fire to burn away what doesn’t serve,  Air to bring in a breeze of clarity and goodness, Earth to ground and center,  and Water, to sooth and wash away the old debilitating hurts of long ago.  Spirit comes to give the loving prayer.IMG_2870

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5% of hard lays a weary sigh
draped in grey judgments on
the passing of how morning
gave rupture to the new day
of a new year in an elongated
moment of fearfulness longing
to be held to heart and loved .

There is wonder in how the 95%
of pleasure and goodness
shuffles to the back of the heart
guarding the opening.
Of how self forgiveness trembles
in a fetal flop against old bones
cradling the sorrows repeat,
against the slow drip of
self inquiry’s harshness

Self defense gives no protection
When there is nothing ever to
defend in that self righteous
agrimony fueling insecurity.
Maybe not quite sensitive enough
to let the way of how she blows
and shivers out those fears
in awkward self suspension.

Of a damage so long ago
given and held in those cells
echoing a call to how you’re never
enough in the no matter what.
Struggling to be whole
To be more than 5% of something
hard that crawls over the 95% of something
soft and good to a lay a win on what is
so much less than the total of wonderful,
mighty, courageously full of joy.

May the new year heal
the hard hurt
May the new year unravel
the fearful heart
May the new year reveal
that you are enough
and loved

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Old Journals and the-way-back-then in the Now


I remember the decades ago of writing every bit of angst that drooled out of me, in journals that I have long since lost.  There is a part of me that would like to see what held me to all that youthful drive and desire of those yesterdays in the way back then.   Handwritten reams of strung together words that laid my life out on paper.  Back then, I didn’t share my journals.  Private, only for my eyes to reread, if I would have ever bothered to.  It was in the process of letting it all roll out on paper, getting IT all out of me in a spew of feelings that found writing a way in and a way out of my life.

This Year finds it closure soon.  A time that reminisce finds a place to linger and gives rise to what has gone before.  Much of that for me, will lay in the corners of what has been written for my eyes only, in the un-shareable stories that I will likely not read ever again;  Tho’ I will ruminate in the heart of them; in the birth, death, life of them, in the joy, sorrow, laughter and tears of them.

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There is no new year only new moments

pressed together one after the other after the other

In moon shine and sunlight, of darkness in the

Light of  all that has been seen as it rolls through and

around in the cycle of life, in the living of the moment

 

Gone are ‘The Days’ left for the stories to be told

In the history of what was and now is not

What was may have its linger only to hold

The past in some compartment stowaway

For what reason can only be told by the storyteller

 

Oh how well we hold to the story of a life as it’s been

And a life that might be to forget what IS

In each moment that gives of it’s self again and again

And all that Sunlight and Moonshine, and days

And more days to live this life till the breath of us leaves

And what matters on that last exhale is Love and peace

 

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HAIKU IN GRATITUDE


3 jan 2012    >    9/18  >   Hermit/Moon

   Please Notice… that at the end of this writing, that along with my questions, I have shared a deeper insight into my interpretation of the number ‘9’ and the Hermit/Moon tarot ‘constellation’.  Should you be interested. 

 

I also want to share my gratitude for those of you that have followed me here in this journey of poetry.  This has been and continues to be, a joy to give myself to writing and my passion for numbers and Tarot.  I hope that what I do inspires you. I hope you feel the invitation  into your own creativity and deeper understanding of your own journey; whether your ‘Path/Way’ trudges along, treads along, races along, flies along, meditates along with whatever get stirred up in you; I pray that it all shivers and glitters every now and again.  I think that you get, that the ‘BE HER NOW’ is important to me, and that life is one ol’ big metaphor and we’re all about it whether we notice or not.  

Peace to you…  and a little Haiku

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Stir up life’s journey

Listen to the wind’s earth song

You know the chorus

 

Shadows peace the Light

Time for quiet reflection

The forest is dense

 

Gather it all up

Season the pot as you like

Stir yourself right in

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Tarot, numbers and questions

 

‘9’ is the number of completion, bringing the pieces together.  Shining a light where you can see what has to be done to pull it all together.

The Hermit invites you into your own inner wisdom so that you share and shine that wisdom outwardly.  

The Moon cycles from fullness to darkness over and over, reminding us that we have our cycles and patterns, are light and our dark ever circling around us and within us.  That in the darkness and shadows of life we pull the pieces of light together for wholeness over and over again.  And that there is a time for the quiet of the dark and shadow as there is a time for light to slowly rise within.

 

What brings your pieces altogether?  Quiet time? walking? business? projects?

Is there a ‘shadow’ in your life that you’d like to spread a little light on?

If you sit quietly, can you let a question rise within you that if you sit a little longer you will have an answer?

 

 

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