nature defies stagnancy

It does little good to plan out ahead of time
how events will transpire
when you do not know
outside of this moment,
anything.

Everything changes. Change is the constant.
From minute to minute
we are reborn.

We may look ahead to the waters we can see
on our projected path
but have you never seen
the unrelenting evolution of water,
its constant movement,
even when the surface appears to be still
enough to resemble glass?
The waters will change by the time you get there,
as will you,
so tell me, what the point is, in
trying to plan and control for things
that do not and may never exist?
Those who attempt this control
allow heartbreak and anxiety and fear
to anchor them in the water,
though the waves and currents and flow of life persist;
nature defies stagnancy.

Relinquish the need for control
and watch the anchors reel back up into the boat.
Allow movement and fluidity and
uncertainty to become your allies.
You can trust them, wholeheartedly,
they will not abandon you
nor lead you to harm.

Trust in the constant of change:
the only constant we know.

together again

You come to me in my dreams
when I least expect to see you
there you are
standing before me
beautiful as my memory remembers
you extend your hand
and I reach out mine
we connect
we are together
again.

More than anyone else

More than anyone else from my past
I think of you.

I wonder where life has taken you,
whether it has pulled or guided you
to wherever you are now.

I wonder how much of your personality
would be exactly the same
as it was ten years ago,
like I remember.

I wonder of all the experiences
you have lived through
and how curious I am, and would be,
to hear about them.

I wonder at what it would be like
to see you again.

I wonder how those first few moments
of our reunion
would be filled.
Would there be tentativeness?
Would there be liberation?
Would there be comfort?

I wonder how those last few moments
of our reunion
would be filled.
Would there be longing?
Would there be satisfaction?
Would there be a strengthened friendship?

More than anyone else from my past
I think of you
and wonder
if you wonder these things about me, too.

love and compassion

No matter the degree
of mental preparation
of hours spent visualizing potential outcomes
sometimes
things just happen
beyond our control
and it is in those times where we need
love and compassion
above all else.

in a heartbeat

Trust that everything you have done
has been for a purpose,
even if that purpose is hidden away in a fog
or disguised as something you do not recognize.

It was not all for nothing,
nothing ever is.

Trust that the light will shine for you
one day,
and that you would do it all over again
in a heartbeat.

new assurances

Awaiting events
scheduled into tomorrow’s calendar,
excitement serves as the energy source
stirring the restless butterflies
at the base of my stomach.

There’s a gentle breeze rustling the trees
on this bright Monday morning,
dropping dried-out pine cones to the ground
and stirring up dust in the streets.
On the jostling branches
I can see a few birds, small,
tightly clasping the wood
and chirping, singing, still,
songs of joy.
I can see them, I can hear them,
their assurance of spring’s arrival.

An opportunity to see,
what we have been told is true
by numerical values,
in a different way,
with our own eyes.

silence and solace and freedom

I have a safe space
new, but familiar,
where I can escape and spend hours
in my imagination
just like I used to do
when I was young
in the sacred spaces of silence
I could carve out, from reality.

Reuniting with my childhood joy,
I create moments of quiet
for my eyes to rest closed,
drift my body into a half-asleep trance
and let my mind roam free.
Characters, storylines, dialogue,
they all come alive here
weaving into and away from each other
I begin in one place
to end somewhere else, far away
and brand new.

The freedom I feel here
I feel no where else.
Silence and solace and freedom.

the pavement remains dry

The weather forecast
predicted a 90% chance of rain
all day today.

Watching through the window
the pavement remains dry.

Predictions are, what they are.

No one can predict the future
and yet,
you prepare for all possible outcomes
as though you will be rewarded for such effort.

Sit with your anxiety
listen deeply to its voice.
What is it really trying to say?

no boxes

Rip off the packing tape
flatten the cardboard
toss it into the recycling bin.

There are no boxes
you need to contort yourself
to fit into
to be accepted.

You are enough
in all that you are,
right now
and always.