It’s a long road
The road to healing
At times unpaved
We may get lost
Towards more scenic routes
Where the heart is burst open
And Sunrise shimmer with colors
So Sunsets can paint the sky
Finding our way again
With a surer self
Until we realize
It’s in the uncertainty
We feel at home
So, travel on
That long road.
But keep the heart open
And take your SELF along.
We look to the future
With thoughts of the past
Assuming what’s present
Is what will last
Take the chances
Dance in the rain
Today will fade
All that’ll be left….
Are the memories we make
“I don’t come from much…”
You come from the dry desert
And summer rains
You come from tree canopies
And sun rays
You come from wild flowers
You come from daylight
At midnight’s arctic
You come from the color of leaves
In the hills of fall
You come from deep oceans
And the wave’s call
You come from thunder rolls
And lightning strikes
You come from the new moon
In the night sky
You, my beautiful one, come from
A seed was planted long ago
Watered by the thinking
Some resentments hard to let go
Giving this seed living
Guiding its growth to the light
Pulled back by the darkness
Ego, hate, and selfish pride
Keeping this seed heartless
Time to go back to its roots
Find out what it needs
If we want to bear good fruit
Love and accept this seed.
Written for and Published on The Seeds 4 Life.
Oh, wildflowers. Ever notice how they bloom stubbornly? How they do not ask for permission to grow. How they do not compete for space. They reach through soil, through rock, through concrete. Adding life with colors with their fearless audacity.
The monarch butterfly. From the moment it spreads its wings, it ages rapidly. It dances with the wind while time plans to end the music in a possible 6 weeks. But the monarch dances. It kisses flowers and welcomes the instinct to migrate south so it may continue to dance with warmer winds. A courage blind to the certain outcome, but fully living feeling that breeze.
Then, there is us. Seeking the freedom to be who we are while being told who we should be. Staring at the horizon and preparing ourselves to take that first step. And although we may stand stall like trees, our roots we may take wherever we may go.
We are free to choose a direction and to tell our feet, “Onward.” And much like wildflowers, we do not need permission to grow. We are born free to do so. And much like the monarch butterfly, the winds of life welcome us to dance.
We are free to accept the invitation. Courageously. One step at a time. Liberated.
Allow yourself to float away
to go explore, get lost for days
Allow yourself to chase a dream
to look at stars and bathe in streams
Allow yourself to love a heart
to seek a home and create some art
Allow yourself to be alive
to feel the sun and be revived.
Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.
Some days the winds of change are light and some days a gust blows through and topples trees and levels homes. It seems as though a strong gust has blown right through many of our lives recently. Some of our homes are in shambles, and others are in need of minor repairs.
So what do we do? Curse the wind and hope it will have mercy the next time? Or do we plant more trees and build stronger walls? Change our perspective? Perhaps, these winds of change can benefit our survival? Perhaps, it arrives to blow away yesterday’s worries so we may begin again with a clean canvas; A foundation to build upon an improved version of ourselves, our homes, our world.
When the gust blows again, surely our homes will survive unscathed? Because the wind has taught us that when we break, we are to build ourselves stronger. When we lose our trees, we are to build new ones. And when it blows away our today, we are to look to accept it as a gift, a new foundation to apply our greater selves with a restored perspective for tomorrow.
Life begins with shades of green
Ends with a withered shell
But all the colors live in between
The beautiful stories we tell
Written For and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.
Change, the only certainty in life; yet, we resist it. We fight so hard to keep things the same. We argue with its reasoning and turn our backs to it. But no matter how hard we fight, it drags us – sometimes screaming and crying and sometimes with our teeth chattering in fear.
So I have wondered, what do we have to lose by admiring its waters and swimming with its current? Dancing with the trees as they sway in its winds? Inviting it in to illuminate the parts of us that need to grow? What do we have to lose by plunging into it and moving with its rhythm? Our approach towards change can provide us with all of the difference in how we welcome the next season of our lives.
No matter our resistance or our fear, the leaves will fall in autumn and the flowers will bloom in spring. Change will come. Let’s go on this adventure with an open heart and an inquisitive soul.
We give our energy to trivial things
How we look, what people think
Worrying about the coming days
Failing to fill the present with praise
Lost in thoughts while roses bloom
Escaping sunshine in search of gloom
Loving people who hurt our hearts
Mistreating those who accept those parts
These distractions are undeserving
Of any more time you have been serving
Say farewell, take love, and go
Rest your mind, let energy flow