Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.

Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.

Monday, September 12, 2016

What are you?!

You're not black or brown or red or yellow or even really white, so what are you?
You're something in between.  Nobody says it but I can see what they mean.


Wednesday, March 2, 2016

We Gave Up Too Fast

Some nights remind me of the losses over the years.
Those who've fallen by the wayside, literally and emotionally.  
Like leaves falling from trees that most people don't notice.
Falling to the death of themselves, our friendships ended without a word.
For no cause or infraction, they ended with a quiet finish to a once bright beginning.

How easily some come into our lives, and how easily & pointlessly some leave.

What is it that a soul needs to continue? What food is required to keep it alive and satisfied so that it doesn't go searching for dirt instead?

I spent too much time in the cave and when I came out, there was nothing but snow…dead branches all around me.  No sign of life.
So I went back in, thinking that there was no reason to come out again.

Problem was, eventually I ran out of what kept me alive in there. So I came out and this time I saw that still there was nothing worth coming out for. But now I couldn't return to the cold corners of the cave and instead, went searching for the soft warmth of winter sun.

We all gave up too fast on each other, moving on too easily without effort. Off we went in our own directions, walking silently away without a word.


Winter's Thaw~

In the slow dawning of Spring, underneath us all is a quiet breaking of what has been. That which held us still for a time is now loosening to break free and take us with it.  
But sometimes Spring comes too early.  Sometimes we're not ready to move forward into the bouncing era of newness and unknown events and we want to stay put in the dark cave of winter a little while longer.  For it was there that we came to know ourselves much deeper than in the months of Spring when distraction, becomes the way.  
It is there where we felt the safest even though our blood ran cold and hearts stopped for awhile.  At least it was quiet.  We could rest.  
A reticence slumps in that creates a weight, refusing to break us forward.  Cast in mud frozen solid we pause, waiting for a better moment to ascend into light.  
Sometimes the soul knows what it wants more than what it actually needs and refuses to let the body go on in peace.  
So as Spring ascends onto the world around us, we watch in delight and sadness wondering what it holds ahead.  Will we be able to break free of all ice or will we stay put in the cold with blooms falling all around us?