Hello.
It’s what feels like the 107th gray, overcast day in a row. Nature’s permission to rest. Take it easy. My body responds by curling inward, shoulders sloping to protect my sensitive heart.
I’ve written several letters to you already, not sure which one to send. It feels like each draft is close to what I want to share but nothing is hitting home. It’s not resonating, yet. Resisting the urge to push through or force just the right tone, I’m going to take a step back and share some poetry, instead.
When words fail, poetry can fill the gaps, entering into that liminal space where our soul resides. This is an unfinished, rough draft that first came to me when walking the track at the Y. More evidence that inspiration will find you in the most mundane of places if only you’ll receive.
I hope this poem nourishes your heart like it does mine. Please pass it on to someone who might enjoy a little lift or reminder that they are loved, just as they are. And so are you.
Shatter
You were never meant to be unbroken but don’t mistake broken for incomplete let yourself shatter into the night Like so many fireflies blinking their scattered light And when the pieces go missing when you forget how to belong go on a gathering mission some starless eve’ with an open mason jar, call yourself home Arrange your life like a mosaic leave nothing out
Loved ones, I have a truly beautiful offering I’m creating for us that combines my gifts of hospitality, words of affirmation, and intuition. It’s sprinkled with astrology, inspiration + time and space for sacred gathering. This is what I hope will become a way for us to deepen in community, while nurturing our creativity.
Stay tuned for a special announcement March 20th, the day of the Spring Equinox. I’ll be sharing more on my Instagram but this offering is just for us!
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I can’t wait to hear what you’re announcing on March 20th! I love the firefly and mosaic imagery in your poem.
Rainy days call me to read and contemplate, too. Today I’m thinking about e.e. cummings’ poems about springtime, “when the world is mud-licious and puddle-wonderful.” The transition from gray to colorful approaches!
Light flickering before a candle finally dies a lonely silent death in the darkest void,
a last faint breath stirs the unseen stars above a cloudless veil.
A universe dissolves in a trembling vortex leaving nothing behind
but a memory of a dream so faint it defies a time before or yet to be.
The seeds of life scattered in the cosmic dust of what was,
what is to be, what never existed and all that the future holds.