Out beyond the trees
still blackened with the shadows of night
there is blue sky
and a sun rising, to meet us.
There is always light.
bird in the wind
Believe you are stronger than the wind.
Take another breath
flap your wings a few times more
change your angle slightly, if you must,
but keep going.
Keep fighting.
Just when you think you have nothing left
the gust will subside,
and surge forward, you will.
Believe you are stronger than the wind
and keep fighting.
healing
When you can think of them
as a meant-to-be part of your story
and not a what-if,
you’re healing.
movie opportunity
After we lose connection
we almost always have the opportunity
to reconnect.
The movies sell us this idea
with dramatic music and obvious build-up
to the main event,
where broken hearts are whole once more.
Life is not like the movies.
We do not hear background music or see dramatic irony
to know when we are on the path
to re-connection.
In times like these,
maybe what we need to listen for
are the silent streets
and seldom-heard sounds within our own homes
to build the movie suspense.
We, right now,
have an opportunity to reconnect with the selves
we have lost in the midst of the non-stop,
chaotic lives that came to a halt,
because of another organism
who finally got its turn in the spotlight.
We can reconnect with ourselves,
the souls we call our own
and the souls of those near and dear.
Before we live in regret
we can repair those broken links
and make our hearts whole, and healed,
again.
This is the opportunity
to take over the script, and dialogue, of our movie.
Will you pick up a pen?
pandemic snowfall
“Rest easy, world,
stay inside for just a while longer,
I will soften the Earth
and wrap it in a blanket.
Watch me fall and swirl and blur,
remember to look for beauty
even amongst destruction and uncertainty.”
The snow whispers words to me.
sun’s wishes
How lucky are we
that the sun, with each passing day,
wishes to spend more time with us,
so she wakes early and stays up late
just for us.
a person like you
I wonder if a person like you
exists out there, in the real world,
or if you live only
in my imagination.
trust the cold
Fear not the cold
for it can prove to you
all the places you are already, and always,
warm.
soft, but ominous
You came back into my life
like an overnight snowfall,
one morning I woke up
and there you were:
soft, but ominous.
it will not be the same as before
I believe, if I see you again,
it will not be the same as before.
We will both be different people
than the first time,
reuniting as new strangers
not old friends.
Maybe for the better
with us both in the same place
and at the right time,
a chance to try again
carve a new path together through the brush.
Maybe for the worse
with us still in different places
serving as a cold, stark reminder
that we will never be more
than what we are.
It will not be the same as before
for better or worse.