One day, long ago,
I thought I lost my daughter.
And then she appeared in the sky
And again as an angel
And again
And again
And again.

She taught me so much
about here now and after.

Loss is a gift
and will be forever.

For nothing truly disappears.
It simply takes a different form
and blesses us all if we allow it.

Stay open even with your eyes closed
for when our eyes are closed
is when we truly see.

I long for dancing
Letting go of the fear
of being seen and judged.

There in the aftermath of the storm
I long for all to feel safe
and feel the sunshine again.

I long for harmony which I have found
by simply reaching within
and reaching out.

The dancing I long for comes to me
as the breath, bees and puppies playing at the park

The letting go that I long for
happens more quickly each time I practice

Why oh why . . .
is it really that simple?

I long for nothing for it is all right here
and always has been.

Oh, I could go on and on
the little things to them
do we seem gigantic?
May we be the gentle giants
caring for the little things
without them, we disappear.

The invisible may be the most powerful
yet we cannot measure the size.
Be the tiny, minuscule work of wonder
for you too are a tiny thing
and one with all.

Mmmmm, as I breathe, I look around me
and notice the lingering aroma of coffee,
the distant workers busy as bees,
the relaxation of my shoulders
as I look up past this notebook of tiny thoughts.

This moment of my life
gives me introspection
and pause.
A pause long enough
to lie in bed some mornings
and awaken slowly with gratitude.
Gratitude extended from the night before
when the thoughts transferred
to paper so that sleep rejuvenates
instead of depletes.

This moment of my life gives me
one more time to get it right
one more time to let it go
one more time to see clearly
even if my eyes are closed.

What I love is simplicity
in this moment
of my life.

I believe that all are strong, capable and caring.
I believe that I don’t need to believe…just trust.
I hope that my yard signs stay where I placed them.
I hope and pray for peace and harmony.
I envision that there is a place in my heart for joy.
I envision blue skies sprinkled with dancing dragonflies.
I affirm my stubborn stance of loving kindness
even though I express frustration and anger.
I affirm all have different perspectives
and I do not need to fully understand.
I receive that which sustains my life.
I receive an abundance of what I envision, believe, hope and affirm.

I read a book a couple of months ago
titled, “Letting Go” by David Hawkins.
I devoured it with a hunger so deep
that my soul collapsed from the weight.
But then I start to let go
and continue to do so
with a courage as quiet as a flower
deciding to blossom in the spring.

Each day there arises
the opportunity to let go.

You see, the job is gone
but I have discovered
a quiet, silent purpose
and it’s ok
even though there is no applause
or paycheck or judgement.

For me, letting go
flows like happy tears
on a warm spring day.

As I begin to heal
I look within and ask for help
of the magnificent self.

The one I abandoned so long ago
on the doorstep,
asking the caretaker
to hold her gently
until I returned.

As I knock on the door
I am surprised by who answers
and greets me for it is myself.
All loving, all kind and joyful.

Welcome back!
I knew you’d find your way.
Come on in
where the music plays,
laughter lines the fabric of every garment
and care wraps you
in an embrace
you’ve been yearning.

The seeds of my wound
surprise me daily
I never know what will take root
or what will blow away in the wind
or drown in a downpour.

It’s as if the seeds are like
the mystery gifts I’m told
I ordered but don’t recall
and can’t find the receipt.

There are scars
but I much prefer flowers.
Colorful bouquets please and thank you.
Fields and parkways
gardens and more.
tended or not,
it does not matter.

All that matters
is that I take notice.

Until I am free
I will be here
and there
and everywhere
looking up at the blue sky
and wonder where we are
until I am free
I will not go unnoticed
nor will I cower in fear
unleashing that which
surprises me
and gathers in the donation box
cuz free is the best gift
and prompts gratitude
in a world giving us all
exactly what we need
even if the cost seems unusually high.

Until I am free
I will be me.
I same me when I am free.

Opening eyes to the sky
and wonder why
but don’t deny
the many wonders
that await.

The purr of the cat
The sway of the grass
Even the invisible unknown

There is a tree waiting
to sing a silly song
and dance a joyful prance
but only if I ask.

And with that closure
each moment inspires me
to simply be.

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The above was written after completing certification in Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction.