The Girl Who Lives

 

 

 I am not the girl
who lives in the house
by the lake
who moved there after
driving through the night
in hurried anticipation,
who brought a backpack
full of hopes and fears,
then spent her nights
by the lake's edge in tears.

I am not the girl
who lives in the house
up on the hill,
looking out at the sunrise
every morning, full of hope
that maybe, just maybe
today will hold more
laughter than tears,
that she will finally rise
above her fears.

I am the girl
who lives in the cottage
down the lane,
surrounded by trees and flowers,
creating the life of her dreams,
moving, freely flowing,
in sync with her inner knowing,
who's taken the leap despite her tears,
dancing to the beat of her soul,
standing in the midst of her fears.

I am the girl who lives. 

Rainy Day

 

 Even on a rainy day...

the birds still sing in the trees,
the wind still blows softly, 

inviting me to step out,
to breathe deeply, to feel alive.

 The mist rises from the valley
as the Earth drinks and exhales.

I can watch, breathless
as the magic unfolds,

not merely an observer,
but one enchanted

with the wonder of life. 

Sacred Romance

 

 

Speak, sing, 
play and dance! 
Remind the world
of the sacred romance,

 

the beautiful union
of Earth and mankind
before we grew cold
and deaf and blind.

 

She needs our voice,
our kindness, our h'art.
In life’s great dance
we all play a part.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Simple Life

 

To enjoy 

the sweet peace

of the simple life.

To move mindfully,

to pause, to reflect, to notice,

to close my eyes,

to feel the breeze, breathe it in,

to hear the sound of rain,

nature's music,

to see the sweet beauty

of the Daisy, the Clover, 

the Buttercup,

to be present,

to feel the absence of rush, of haste,

to follow no agenda, no map,

but the soft whispers 

of my soul at peace,

my heart in tune with the Earth.

Who We Are

 

Feeling alone, 
scared of the unknown.
Yet not alone are we.

We have walked the 
dark woods before,
alone, in the cold,
missing a shoe that was
lost in a swamp.

We are here. 
We Are.

We are celebrating
our awakening,
cheering us on, 
holding our hands,
lifting us up,
remembering 
who we are.

We Are
Light
Love
Beauty.

We Are. 

 

Birth

 

The fear of the pain,
all of the unknowns,
the enormous weight
of responsibility,
the shedding of one life,
never to be the same again.

 

The self-doubt,
the tension,
the physical pain,
the sleepless nights,
then...

 

The day of giving birth.

 

Death to one life,
grateful for how it's
brought me this far
terrified to let go,
free falling,
alone.

 

Yet not alone.

 

She 
is already there.
She 
has gone before me.
She 
is holding my hand,

 

reassuring me
that everything
will be all right,
that we ARE 
strong enough,
brave enough,
ready.

 

There IS light
before me.
Love will
guide the way.

 

 

 

All You Need

 

You will not starve, Beautiful Soul.
The abundance of nature and
the creativity of your heart will
provide all you need.

 

You will not lack love, Dear One.
For love calls to you, sings her songs
from clouds and stars and waterfalls
bursting from within you.

 

You will not run dry, My Love, 
of music, of dance,
of play and creativity.
It lives within your soul.