as i walk into the rest of my life
i feel my heart rapidly contracting
and expanding.
i find out my new job is badly paid
my safety contracts.
i read through my research brief
my thoughts expand.
the new spiritual initiation
i enter into
confuses my heart.
am i contracting,
or expanding,
trusting like a fool
dancing over the mountain edge?
when i feel my ancestors moving closer,
gently laughing at my fears,
holding me by moving closer,
my heart feels safe.
outside it is grey and wet.
we had some winter rains.
the fields i love to walk through
are blackened by winter fires.
in the late afternoon the sun dances across them.
small motes of dust contract and expand.
the fields i love to walk through
are blackened by winter fires.
in the late afternoon the sun dances across them.
small motes of dust contract and expand.
how do i write about my life
while my minds skids around the edges
not wanting to sink into the things i love?
dogs skipping through the twilight.
f. leaning in to kiss me,
boundaries expanding
new wisdom arriving.
to my life i surrender.
outside the
the sound of rain
falling through leaves.
inside computer sounds,
a light as round as a moon
and wolves snoring in their baskets.
a light as round as a moon
and wolves snoring in their baskets.
today i wait in silence. tomorrow i sing unknowingly.
13 comments:
Thank you for coming to visit my blog... I missed you and poetic soul.
I pray for your song to be one of happiness and fulfillment. We strive to do what we can in the best way we can, and sitting on the "corner" unknowing is not a place to sit alone. I will sit with you as much as I can, and hopefully we run down the road we need, arms wide, hearts singing.
(((HUGS))),
Love,
Me
I read these words and pictures, moving so well together as always, holding my breath, afraid that exhaling will break the spell you cast. At the end, I breathe. A deep sigh. To my life I also surrender - thank you for that.
Do you know you're a poet? I hope so.
That last two lines, me too.
you beautiful soul, you'll fly soon.
Your words are always so poignant. There is such an edge of questioning. It feels to me as if you are sad and trying not to be.
Your wolves are lovely!
xx
even as I fell over the edge, I would know that I had no choice but to dance.
it's okay to hover once in a while....i am sure that the view - even from the edge - is different. why don't appreciate that for the time being.
it's good that you'd always have a place to return to.
beautiful post as usual, Hele. thanks for sharing =)
ahh hel, the sad truth about many jobs about which we are passionate. Good luck.
I am pleased it had a measured effect on you.........and yours is quite succinct as well......
Jobs??? my back problems have thrown the proverbial wrench into my life....right when the economy stumbles and begins to fall hard...and I had a damn good paying job.....still....it was just a job....a small part of my life....I think I'll make 'lemonade'....thanks for the compliment on the verse
Your photos are just beautiful - I love the late afternoon light. Thanks for visiting on my blog!
Your dogs have such wonderful ears. They're beautiful, especially the ears.
I read about the tradition you are being initiated into. Sister!! My Mongolian shamanism tradition is very similar.
(Bowing low to your ancestors ... and to you) and wishing you all the best. Congrats!
i'll listen, and try to harmonize.
You wisely use the tension in your life to create sparks.
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