It pains me
Envisioning my journals
Beloved words capturing my soul
Mouldering in my absence
As I fade to dust
Tag: life
Beth Caldwell’s impact on metastatic breast cancer
Not a work of poetry, but poetic in it’s raw power. It also features evocative language.
“The only thing that brings me any sense of meaning these days is to think of these fallen trees as nurse logs. Their memories, their lives, their children, their passions, their faces, their senses of humor, their wisdom, their spirits, their beautiful beautiful beautiful spirits are nurturing us, feeding us, giving us strength to go on, to demand change, to bring research to our friends, to fight against death death death so much death. Their falling leaves a hole in the forest canopy, but their souls are bringing new life to our movement and nutrients to keep us growing.
“And someday this forest will cover the world.”
As someone who lost my mother to breast-cancer far too young (pretty much the same age as Beth), this piece hits me hard. Tears, memories, so very much brought up. And, you may find it strange to share this Christmastime, but I always remember that first Christmas after my mom died. Really, though, I see this as a powerful way to honor her.
Blessing to each of you this Christmas. Love well, love strong, love.
Today’s Haiku: Lost Within My Thoughrs
Lost within my thoughts
May the dark consume me now
Joys hidden from view
A Moral Compass
Easy to get lost
Gazing into the future
If the compass lost
A Haiku About Cold Meds
Cold meds bring me gifts
Drowsiness which slows me down
So hard to wake up
Inheritance: A Meditation
What is my Inheritance?
The stuff of privilege
Trust funds and disconnect
And a misunderstanding of struggle
A Great Gary Snyder Quote
As a long time fan of Snyder’s work, this delights me.
Seeking Out Success
Seeking out my strengths
Align my life for success
Pursuing my dreams
So much of my life wasted with fear and insecurity. No longer will they dominate my life. I will continue to seek out purpose and tranquility.
Audacity
It’s audacious
Hubristic, really
To think these words
A silly spackle of thought
Might, maybe, change things
Dampen a bit of rage
Create a little love
Maybe, just maybe,
My audacity might
Bear fruit
Hope echoes
Within
Dreams of the open road
Once I dreamt
Of the open road’s
Mysteries and delights
Envisioning freedom
And escape, adventures
The discovery of myself
Now I see
Cold nights
Buried in blankets
Fog inside on windows
Surf’s call outside and loud