re-writing stories

On the centerpiece, on the table
they have sat, unopened,
untouched save for the dust cloth.

Unwilling to admit my longing,
I fill my head with stories
of how the timing must be better,
not now,
to make the experience worthwhile.

The present moment, for months,
unworthy.

Unworthy
of experiencing the beauty,
the tranquility,
the magic
of moments like these.

Re-writing stories
by candlelight.

magic to witness in patience

Flowers cannot bloom all at the same time.
Even on the same plant
with multiple buds,
some bloom while others shrivel.
Each grows through its own ebbs and flows,
ever changing.

To draw inferences on a flower’s capabilities
based on one moment of observation
creates extreme expectations and judgements.
To observe over days, weeks, seasons,
creates a grounded reality, an understanding.

One method quick and easy,
the other long and patient.

We can find the beautiful magic to witness
in patience
if we choose.

magical messages

Open your heart.
Receive guidance from unexpected sources
without searching.

Believe in magic.
It surrounds you.

Surrender your learned need to feel in control
so you can receive the magical messages
meant for you.

light on dark

Dark wood floors show everything.
Dust, dirt, hair, debris,
nothing blends in.

You were a single, long hair
against the deep mahogany
and black cabinets.
Shining solo, proud and strong
I saw you,
and the rest blurred away into darkness.

You were magic, are magic,
impossible to miss.