After being absent for many days,
today I find myself hunting for words.
My thoughts scatter in different directions.
Which one should I bound after?
If I quietly wait next to a clear stream
the thirsty ones might find me.
the thirsty ones might find me.
On entering my favorite field
I find one of three rocks tucked away behind tall grasses.
I loose my ankle in cold water. It has been raining a lot.
Puddles hide underneath tufts of bright green grass.
I laugh with all that surrounds me.
Last week I was not here.
I sit here, one week ago, my heart feels broken.
I am fighting with F. I am unlovable, unlikable, lost.
Huddled in this sacred space I allow myself to cry.
Why keep going when I no longer want to try?
Then I remember.
I turn inwardsinto a space that is always lonely, always scared
I allow a bit of warm autumn sunlight, a small purple flower
and a gentle enclosing to enter with me.
Together we turn around another
into a new life. I am all around me.
Today I am here. In a field full of sunshine and dancing clouds.
A eagle circles above, preceded by a flock of gulls
My dogs splash through the grasses.
At home awaits an autumn harvest.Pumpkins, beans and glowing red tomatoes.
14 comments:
As always, truly lovely--thoughts and pictures, both. Thank you!
sometimes the only damn reason I keep going is the path itself. I have so much more to say on the path, and where it is taking me..but i feel so damned tired.
your heart can't stop.
that was lovely.
a lovely happy ending.
not a lot of those these days.
Amazing how much can change in a week, isn't it? The very reason to not give up, even when it seems there is no hope.
Lovely pictures, of both the dogs and the field. It seems so incongruous, that you are approaching harvest now, just as we prepare to dig our garden!
Another lovely post, Hele, and much appreciated. The last few photos with those tendrils ....like mysterious writing in the air.
Bless you!
FA
Beautiful, as always! Following you as you go along this path - so eloquently - makes it all seem fluid - which it should be.
~*
Sending a hug woman. Take care.
It is always a journey here - I walk with you, stop where you stop, look into the sky with you, cry with you, laugh with you, take deep breaths with you. We continue on into the new seasons - for me spring, for you, autumn. Change again. Another step.
Debi
A heart that produces such words, such images, indeed...knows hope. joy.
Hi sweetie. I took my blog private. Too much going on right now. Email me at reallyreallywrong@charter.net and I'll make sure you are on the list.
as ever you are a soulful writer and full of heartfelt yearnings. i love when you use the dogs to illustrate you posts. it is a wonderfully unique voice that they add to your writing!
love hele.
THis is so beautiful.
Whenever I feel frightened and chaotic, the Sufi acupuncturist reminds me there is a place of peace and emptiness inside me. Usually to access it, I just have to drop down a little deeper.
Love the pic of your dog's ears.
Oh yes, please! Please come on a long beach walk with me, and we`ll watch the sea gulls and enjoy the wind in our hair and walk just along the edge of the water! It will be lovely, Hele, and you can come ANY time, even when you are far away!
Haha, veri word says exatall - like: extra tall!
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