Belonging

As I was walking through the fall toned fields,I felt the crackle of the squirrels. They called to each other from the trees. And when I looked around me, I saw them scurrying quickly, burying nuts as if to say, there’s not enough time! We have to prepare for the future. We have to store food. If we are to survive.
The last few days have been cold all of a sudden. Right after the lunar eclipse. So much change is happening to our earth. It changes our bodies quickly, roughly, whether we’re ready for it or not. There’s uncertainty in the air, as fall boldly moves into the landscape. Changing the colors, shaking the trees and blowing the leaves; gleaming the sun into our eyes. There is warmth and then there’s cold all at the same time.
And then I saw this 1 lone pink flower in a golden field. Standing straight and tall. Unwavering. Unmoving. In all this swirling moving ocean of change, I suddenly felt rooted. And proud. To be me. Different. Standing out. Unmoved by all the chaos. Blooming in the fickle sun. Belonging. And holding on.

1 lone pink flowerDSC_3662 pm

Advertisements

Complete

just 2DSC_0638 pm

In the tangle of the trees
On the needles from the pines
We softly tread.
The wind whistling,
The branches swaying.
A message seeped into our hearts.
‘I envelop you with love
And ease
My breath fills you
With wonder.’
I humbly felt
We were as one
With the swaying trees,
The hiding owls
The staring eyes
The softly needled carpet.
I felt complete.

Stirrings and Longings

There it is! Don't you see?
Catch it! Catch it! Catch it now.hum on zinnia
Watch it glide above the sea
Spreading wings so prettily.
Red and Green and Blue and Gold
Are its colors I've been told
Look into its dreamy eye
Feel its grandeur, hear it sigh.

But I cannot see it now.
For it flies away so fast.
Catch the memory and make it last.
Catch it! Catch it! Catch it now.
There it is! Don't you see?...

I wrote the above poem when I was a teenager. And I truly had no idea what it meant. But something told me to save it. Continue reading