Thursday, February 26, 2015

Warrior Child


i carry her with me
this warrior child
seeker
gypsy
girl

we are one

i'm not so different from that child
still a warrior
wild of spirit
filled with wonder

feeding my soul 
 forest
creek
field
least used paths
  being still
watching
listening
seeking
always seeking...




Sunday, February 8, 2015

Dust and Words With No Meaning…..



Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor —
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn’t elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That’s how it is sometimes —
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you’re just too tired to open it.
(Dust by Dorianne Laux)

glimpses and whisperings... 
fragments…
a collage of words
with no meaning.
next time i'll open
the window….


Monday, February 2, 2015

Lift Your Eyes To The Stars


children need someone who will love and comfort
them…be there for them…a safe place to fall.
growing up without that in your childhood creates
a builder of walls…carefully constructed around the
heart so the hurt is kept at bay. add in an artist's
soul…a gypsy child…traveler…wanderer…the
one who never fit in…and the wall inches higher.

journaling has become my therapist of choice…
a place to exorcise all the ghosts from my past.
brick by brick the wall is tumbling down…
brick by brick the heart emerges to the
whispered words…
"lift your eyes to the stars…child…
and know you are loved"