May this haiku inspire you to fear not.
like a gauze over the eyes, fear clouds the vision unwrap the bandage clean out the wound, cast fear into the sea, you shall see clearly again
Month: April 2023
An act of courage?
Throughout my cancer journey, I have been awestruck by the outpouring of love, concern, support, encouragement, and prayers of countless people, many of them strangers. And now that I’ve entered a resting point, away from the harsh chemo, and I am functioning better and thinking more clearly, something profound has occurred to me.
It’s an act of courage to pray for someone else, to breathe hope into words, to send those words out into the heavens, not certain what the outcome will be, never truly sure that you’ve been heard, yet daring to believe the impossible, calling goodness into being, watching and waiting to see what will happen as you go about your daily life.
I want you to know that you’ve given me an amazing gift: your valiant act of faith. I hold this offering close to my heart, wrapped in tissues of hope, and I somehow know with certainty that the divine walks upon this earth through the acts of kindness and love from people like you.
what if the peace you crave already resides deep within your being it would only be a matter of plunging the depths of your own soul to see, to reckon to unplug and draw up all that is already yours
Forget not the beauty of nature!
forget not the beauty of fog swirling mysteries among the dew drenched fields forget not the joy of spring lest it pass you by without lingering forget not the open sky as you walk through today tethered to the earth look up look up look up!
A micro story in verse for all who believe in romance – love is always young!
we sat beneath a pine tree our backs resting against bark hands sticky with sap we were full of big ideas bursting with the vigor of youth we picked pinecones and we planted seeds for our future perennials to renew every spring we whispered secrets and we laughed when raindrops fell watering our dreams we followed breadcrumbs into the unknown and called it adventure we knew that love would light the way
A poem especially for all who battle breast cancer: may we fight the good fight and win like girls with swords.
I once was a girl who could look fear in the eye and cut through its power with the tip of my sword I once was a lark who could sing away sadness the moment the mournful dove knocked at my door I once was an eagle magnificent and wise who could fly above trouble who could pick apart lies will I ever see that girl again will I ever win this battle set before me now when suddenly I don't know how oh, let the wings of the eagle lift me up high let the song of the lark lift my heart to the sky let the girl with the sword fight this battle in me let me win, let me win! let me finally be free
A poem of looking for signs of resurrection.
don't mind me I'm just looking for signs of resurrection little signs that the fallen still rise thistle puffs that float like ghosts carrying seeds in their long white hair a mournful dove calling to her mate the sun rising through darkened clouds these bearers of hope wrap their banners across my heart and stir the sleepy promises of spring like a memory just waiting to burst into life
I think we all need more little moments of peace every day.
There’s so much we can’t control. So much beyond our power to fix or change. We can only do the next right thing – and that looks different for each of us. But a moment of peace can bring the clarity we need for the next right thing. It can make a difference, that little moment.
We have to learn how to live life in the middle of chaos. We have to find a way to stay sane. We have to find a way to calm our emotions and stay centered so that we are prepared to do the hard work ahead of us. Otherwise we will burn out. We will be useless.
We become part of the problem when we don’t take the time to nurture ourselves.
I don’t have the answers to all of the problems in today’s world, but I do know the value of slowing down, taking a moment to breathe and re-center, taking time to reconnect with goodness, and light, and things that transcend the horror and anguish of this modern world.
Looking at clouds and smelling flowers will not solve political conflict, but that doesn’t mean there’s no place for it in a fallen world. We all need hope and courage as much as we need a plan of action.
May you find a way to allow the little things to bring you peace and refreshment. May you be fortified to act from a place of wisdom and purpose. And may you find a way to do the hard things with honor and love.
Go forth and conquer!