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Days of highs and lows,

I dream of being "normal"

Of taking each day, each moment, in stride.

Slow the spinning,

Rapid turning of the gears,

Wanting of peaceful rest,

Standing out and standing apart,

Never really fitting in,

I long for my own tribe,

A place to belong.

Where my weirdness is quirky,

Instead of strange.

Where my voice can be heard,

In place of a frozen scream,

Stiff and unmoving.

In step once removed,

Always behind,

Never apart.

This tribe of one waits.

Longs and waits,

For her kinfolk to come home.

Where all belong,

All are loved.

Home.

Hugs,

These Hands

These Hands

These hands,

The very ones that held my newborn son.

The ones that clutched to a promising future.

The ones that draw my loved ones near.

The ones that grasp worn pictures of history.

These hands,

The ones that comfort a friend in need.

The ones that reach out in the darkness.

The ones that caress a companions face.

The ones that speak volumes without words.

These hands,

The ones that grip in times of fear.

The ones that pat in silent condolence.

The ones that soothe at nightfall.

The ones that tremble when sadness nears.

These hands,

The ones that shudder during distress.

The ones that shake to meet an acquaintance.

The ones that squeeze in delight.

The ones that rest in quiet contemplation.

These hands,

The ones that ball up in passionate anger.

The ones that rise in jubilation.

The ones that wave in recognition.

The ones that meet in silent prayer.

These hands, these hands.

Hugs,

Layers of Me

I am a bohemian goddess

Robed in twirling layers of textile

Draped in beads and charms

Enveloped in the aroma of patchouli

Freely swaying to lyrical composition.

I am a sultry vixen

Soft and sensual

Aware of my charms

Slinky movements

Graceful and refined.

I am a protective lioness

Shielding my cub

Defending and guarding

Keen senses observe

Peril aggressors.

I am a nurturing robin

Nourishing the soul

Of my little

Birth a boy

Cultivate a gentleman.

Hugs,

Lately

:: She Reads ::

Fierce Medicine by Ana Forrest and Reveal: A Sacred Manual for Getting Spiritually Naked by Meggan Watterson

:: She Listens ::

An oldie but a goodie, You Don't Know How It Feels by Tom Petty

:: She Watches ::

The Mad Men marathon continues + Rockstar (love this Bollywood flick!) + a local high school production of Thoroughly Modern Millie

:: She Explores ::

Turquoise highlights

:: She Creates ::

More word tickets

Additions to my "I am" journal

New poems for my Poem Catcher journal

Soul Art from International Soul Art Day 2013

:: She Loves ::

Zena Moon candles

A sweet pup in cozy rest

Lovely birthday wishes on Facebook as I celebrated another year older wiser

Have an amazing week, my loves!

Hugs,

Poetry in Motion

I am poetry in motion

Twisting, turning, spinning

Out of bounds and out of control

Twirling, whirling, spiraling

I gather

I collect

Words of wisdom

Words that feel good

Words that feel

Right

I am poetry in motion

Bending, rotating, revolving

Hugs,

Poetry Inspiration

Since Feast Retreat, poetry has become a touchstone in my life. I've been writing poetry since I was a preteen but I let it go at some point in my adult life. It brought up too many unhappy moments that I no longer wished to dwell on. Now I'm learning how to live in the moment and write about the little things that make me happy. I'm no David Whyte but I thoroughly enjoy exploring my softer side.

When I returned from my trip, I dived head first into the book poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge. I was also inspired by Liz Lamoreux, one of the Feast guides, to create word tickets. These are "Admit One" tickets or tags pasted with printed or cut out words of inspiration (page 17 in poemcrazy). Gather the tickets and weave the words into a melodious mix. Here are my word tickets:

One of the prompts Susan uses often is, "I am." This inspired me to create a continuous "I am" poem in a journal using words swiped from various magazines.

Here are a few pages from this journal:

This was quite a find and powerful enough to have it's own page:

This journal called "Poem Catcher" houses my newly written poems:

If you haven't read poemcrazy I highly recommend it!

Hugs,

Lately

:: She Reads ::

The Mortal Instruments series from Cassandra Clare and  Live with Intention from Mary Anne Radmacher

:: She Listens ::

Mumford & Sons Awake My Soul

:: She Creates ::

Journaling and visioning in my notebook from Feast Retreat:

Creating new journals for poetry:

:: She Explores ::

Community Grace

:: She Loves ::

Prayer Flags

Starry String Lights

Hugs,

I Choose

I choose happiness

the road less traveled

where the grass is greener

and the flowers bloom wild

I choose joy

in the little things

because these are usually

much bigger when near

I choose peace

in all that surrounds

to give more than I take

to make the world better

I choose love

to friend or stranger

to give big

and perhaps receive

I choose faith

when times seem dark

to find that glint of light

in a cloud of grey

I choose hope

because without it

there is little chance

for a brighter day

Hugs,

Free

This is my sign of freedom

To no longer be ruled by judgments

From others and

Of my own making

I am free to soar

Free to fly

Free to live my life

As it was meant to be lived

Wholeheartedly

True to myself

True to my purpose

With direction

Open and liberated

I am free to choose

My own path

With the guidance of those

Who have gone before me

Free to live my life

To the fullest extent

No longer bound

By the rules I made

Or by the rules of others

I am free at last

Hugs,

Peace is every step.

Hugs,

Why I Wake Early

Hugs,