blue ridge shadows
Dear Heart,
True, there is need for Visioning, imagining a life desired, full of sensual someday-when wishes come true
There is also need for Right Here Now-ness, honoring the needs of this moment we inhale, acknowledging the sorrow + the gratitude in each exhale.
Breathe.
Yes, I do want to know what, dear soul, what you yearn, ache, hope for in the some-may-be days ahead, but today all I ask is this-
What, my friend, What do you need – in your heart, on your mind, against your skin-deep bones – Right NOW?
Name it, mon ami – name your empty place
This moment, now, What is speaking? calling to you? What is missing in, with, for you?
What words or actions, what thoughts, feelings
(even-gasp! things) could fill the hole, ease your angst – make you (feel) whole?
Here now – if only for a moment
Not forever… not fixed, repaired (for, believe it or not, broken = beauty-Full)
Just right here, right now –
What would soothe, touch, calm, move, heal, sustain, nurture YOU?
Whatever it is,
Right here, right now
What you seek is found
Take it. It’s yours.
~rok, 2015
Houses of shy holiness
Softest mist hanging in tall treetop cathedrals
I head west towards gifts ready to be given and received
Moon-face nodding agreement
Sunrise pouring liquid gold perfection over blue water
Sky kisses and safe roads taking me home
Showering the people I love with love
Make a wish so I can make it come true
Pennies falling from a heavenly weekend
Everything must go
All crossroads leading to full circle moments
Merging into melted hearts and new beginnings
For 8 years I’ve craved those fried green tomatoes we always ordered
The picture you sent me fills me with happy
and has me salivating like Pavlov’s dog
I drive along with my happy thoughts
headed in both directions at once
There is more of God than we can ever know
There is more goodness than anything else in the world
Surrender to where these smooth roads are taking you
Trails of purple hearts are for beautiful feet
open hands receive all they need
to be filled and to fill others
💜
Amy Lloyd
…
between the blind and the sill, nothing
really. There are so many things
that destroy. To think solely of them
is as foolish and expedient as not
thinking of them at all. All I want
is to be the river though I return
again and again to the clouds.
All I want is to stop beginning sentences
with All I want. No—no really all
I want is this morning: my daughter
and my son saying “Da!” back and forth
over breakfast, cracking each other up
while eating peanut butter toast
and raspberries, making a place for
the two of them I will, eventually,
no longer be allowed to enter. Time to be
the fine line. Time to practice being
the line. And then maybe the darkness
🔆
Time to be the fine line of light by Carrie Fountain
My daughter, where do I begin? Let me tell you a story. There once was a little girl, with eyes sparkling bright and lips that stretched toward pink cheeks when she smiled. She liked to reach her hands up high, fingers outstretched, and the wind would brush back her hair. She knew she was delighted in, that she was magnetic, that when I looked at her, I was captivated.
She liked to run through forest where she had never been before. She felt safe. There was no place she couldn’t go where I wouldn’t be. So, she ran and jumped and laughed, and the music of her laughter made my heart swell. It was the music of her heart full and pure and beautiful.
She was rescued, and she didn’t know it. So, she felt free. Her feet were bare, her toes touching the soft textures of meadow grass and the smooth rocks collected at the side of streams. She was seen and known and loved. She ran freely, collecting different sizes of rocks and flowers, along the way.
She ran unencumbered, unhesitatingly, knowing where she was going but never knowing the way. I was with her, the two of us, keeping pace along the path. I would protect her off the path, and she fell sometimes. But she knew she was not alone, and she was not afraid.
This little girl grew, in strength and with words. She knew joy and contentment. She knew where to rest her head, and she knew that when a battle called her to stand and fight she could do it. For she knew I went with her.
This little girl heart is what is most beautiful about you. It is what lives within you. It is where I invite you to come in deeper, look for Me more, let Me come and rescue you again. And again. For you know now you have been rescued. You remember, I am the one who makes you free.
Oh, my darling girl, my rescued one, my girl in white who captivates Me and grows strong and ever more confident in how I love you. Raise your head now, dear one. The road has been long and hard, but still, you are my mighty, beautiful girl who holds my hand and likes to walk barefoot, in streams.
– Loop
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