She Dreams of the Sea

Heart Land

Heart Land

 

There is a beautiful land

a beautiful land awaits you

it is hidden

it is secret

you can go there

there you will be queen

or king

it is a place

where there are no rules

except the ones you create

there are no guides to this place

no teachers

no mentors

but there is a path to this place

you will be given a compass

the compass is found in your heart

the compass is found in your joy

many fear to walk this path

they prefer familiar ground

but . . .

There is a beautiful land

a beautiful land awaits you

She and The Healing Woods

 

She

She'd been sitting alone

I hardly noticed her at all

One day I began to cry

I didn't know why

She heard me

curled up

and sighed

Days dissolved

months

years

Her sighs turned into moans

then she began to scream

and she didn't stop

I could no longer ignore her

I turned to her

Finally I saw her

I recognized her

I knew exactly who she was

She showed me her talons

they were weak and brittle

She showed me her wings

they were weak and brittle

I watched as she shed her skin

I was no longer me

She was no longer she

we were one

 

I walked into the moist

the muddy

woods

I remembered the song of the rain

I sharpened my talons

I caressed my wings

What If and A Wild Place

A Wild Place

 

  What If?

what if today

I awoke at sunrise

flew with the ravens

played with the wolves

what if today

I sang at moonrise

howled at the stars

what if today

I slept in the forest

no worries

no cares

what if today

I floated in the river

no worries

no cares

what if today

I chatted with the cedars

chanted with the clover

what if today

I stopped fighting

repressing

silencing

my wild

my free

my true

nature

What if?

A Winter Day

 

branches shimmer

white fields sleep

peace

Art Every Day Month, Day 21

Wingless Angel

 

 Clipped

 

There was a time

she knew how to fly

There was a time

she was one with the sky

There was a time

the clouds sang to her

There was a time

the raindrops fed her

There was a time

the roses danced for her

There was a time

she knew how to fly

There was a time

There was a time

before her wings were clipped

There was a time

 

 

That's the end of the poem.

But not the end of the story,

because she realized she knew how to

regrow her wings  . . .

 
 

 

the edge of a dream

wings fade with my breath

morning, another edge

she is changing

early morning walk

a daffodil bud

does not want to remain a bud

the seed

does not want to remain a seed

the wise crows

call out

complete

complete

complete

the unfinished things

cry out

for wholeness

cry out

for life

complete

complete

complete

the time is now

life

wholeness

completion

 

deep in the thicket

I hear a song in a single note

the bird unknown

 

I went for a walk one grey day several weeks ago. This poem floated into my life. I didn’t pay much attention to her. But she kept tapping on my shoulder. Whenever I ignore a poem or some other piece of art I feel its sadness grow. I feel the poem start to pout. Well today I wrote her down and painted her. She was now happy. I acknowledged her. Have you been ignoring anything lately in your life?

 

December

 

December is a month that can sometimes be stressful,

so I’m here to remind you to breathe . . .

 

Breathe

Breathe in this December morning

Breathe in this December air

Breathe in the pine

Breathe in the cinnamon

Breathe in the ginger

Breathe in the joy

Breathe in the tea

waiting in the kitchen

Breathe in this December morning

Breathe in this December air

Breathe

butterfly girl . . .

  

 She always dreamt

of becoming a butterfly

now she misses her sweet

caterpillar days