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.

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

There comes a time

when a thing isn’t a thing,

it’s more

much more.

When saying no

doesn’t matter.

When memories

turn into lies

and day becomes night.

There comes a time

when the tears soak through

the layers and layers of shame.

When there is no hope

and there is no joy.

When the self freezes in time.

And the burn hides the original

hidden at the bottom of the box.

The box of long lost laughter

and the wishes never granted.

There comes a time when there is no point

of ever looking forward

because the transmission locked in place

and reasons for being

never make the list.