clouds gifting chances

Clouds drape over each other
across the sky above,
a soft barrier between the sun and the earth.

Gifting the sun a chance
to be alone with herself
in private
permission to take a restful day.
Her rays permeate the clouds still
without needing to show her full self.

Gifting the earth a chance
to reacquaint with the coolness of coming fall,
embracing the act of letting go
and slowing down, slowly.
Gifting the earth and her inhabitants
opportunities to re-calibrate with the energy shift
and look ahead to changes still awaiting.

Breathe deep, slow breaths
of the cool, soft air
beneath the gray and fluffy blanket
draped over and around us.

whispered requests for love

Look down at your hands,
see the redness exposed in the deep layers of skin
underneath the outer.
The outer layers are gone.
The deeper skin, vulnerable;
often hidden away and protected
now can breathe its own air.
Feel the tenderness of each fingertip,
listen to their whispering requests for love.

How many other facets of the body
also whisper requests for love to you,
staying hidden in the deep, base layers
of who you are?
Though hidden from eyesight,
can you feel them?
Travel through the body with breath and presence
to locate and hear the whispers.

Rest now, dear one.
Skin and tissue will regenerate with time, and love.
Praise the sacrifices your body gifts,
praise its commitment to your life.
Rest now.

weather permission

There are days
like today
I need the weather
to grant me permission
to slow down.

Fluffy clumps of frozen water
fall in a parade
beyond the window pane.
Hypnotizing.

Fighting my body
to move, to work,
to achieve productivity.
Fighting against will.

Sit, rest,
watch the snow fall.
This is needed, too.

the rush slows down

If you asked me where the last weeks have gone
it would take me a while
to remember, and answer.

Flying in the spaces
between the lines on the to-do list
to get there faster.

Planning for the future
making the most of time,
to stay in the present moment
will put me behind.

Today, the rush slows down
I can enjoy stillness for moments more
though it feels foreign to me now.

To stay on the surface is easy.
To find the still waters beneath;
beautifully difficult.

energetic film

Sweat dripping down my forehead,
gathering underneath my eyes and down my neck,
spreading out and over my arms
like water spilled from a glass
reaching out across the floor.

Thoughts of hot, running water and soap
traveling over my body
fill my mind through a vinyasa,
though I’m supposed to be focused on my breath.

Slowing down my breath and body
into the stillness of shavasana,
I rest in the final resting pose,
resting.

I roll over to the right side and push myself upright
to find my skin dry, the sweat evaporated,
leaving my skin with an energetic film
reminding me of the work I have done
for me.

I’ll keep it on my skin a while longer.

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.