Last weekend during a women’s “Wintry Mix” art retreat, we studied the element fire. We drew four slips of paper from a paper bag as it was passed around. Mine read:
bonfire campfire passion comfort
I wrote this poem using my four words, while observing a burning votive candle for awhile. Give that process a try! Here’s to writing more in 2020!
She wore her passion
bright as a bonfire,
her eyes dancing wildly
like flickering flame.
Oh no you don’t,
No longer will I smile passively
like the Southern Belle you honed,
holding back my thoughts
in deference to your own.
Come, she offered.
Join me here by the campfire I’ve built for all.
For, all are welcome at my campfire,
melting all over the land,
forgiving all transgressions,
especially my own.
Come sit with me in the comfort of stillness, silence,
just the crackling of heart openings.
Our flames quiver,
until our campfire
settles easily into a cozy, steady, mesmerizing source
of comfort, warmth,
Prompt: 5 minutes “Stand Alone”
Stand alone. On your own two feet. See what you can do without any others to stop you, to help you, to harm you, to interfere, to suggest other ways. What does your heart say? What is your heart saying to you?
Stand alone. You already do stand alone. But alone with a living God burning brightly inside your very heart chakra, comforting you, guiding you, suggesting ideas that will catapult you to the Highest Version of Yourself that you can imagine. We just don’t often take the time to listen to that part of ourselves. Yes, I believe the Holy Spirit is a part of each of us, so intertwined with every fiber of our being that we can never not be holy. If we listen.
Stand alone. I used to stand alone and mope inside about being alone. Why doesn’t anyone really understand me? I need them to understand me! I cried tears and sobbed guttural wails as I wrestled with the challenges of growing up, maturing, moving from an insecure teenager to an insecure adult, an insecure wife, mother, neighbor, church member, volunteer, over-achiever. Until it all came crashing down on me in the form of what would morph from one day of a swollen throat, fever, body aches worse than the flu, fatigue that slammed me flat to the surface of my water bed and wouldn’t let me go, into the woman I am now. Twenty-five years I’ve lived inside my body alone, alone in houses full of people who cannot understand this bizarre chronic illness. But now I stand alone – secure in Who I Am.
July 4, 2015
Prompt: 10 minutes: “Silence”
Silence. There really is no such thing. For always there is the breath, the beating heart, the faint sounds of birds chirping or an air conditioner turning on or off, or the boiler crackling with its cozy warmth.
Silence. We fill our days with noisy life, and it is good, still good. Silence can be uncomfortable for many. I’m so grateful I’ve been meditating for over twenty-five years and enjoy the silence. Who knew that the thousand day meditation I did in 1992, 1993, 1994 would have such an impact. Thank you, God, for directing me to HarDarshan via the Wellness Directory I picked up at Harmony Farms, when I first got sick in 1990, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome giving me my first health food store experience, too. Oh how the silent hand of God nudges you in slight directions that propel you into a life you cannot fathom but in hindsight.
Or in the present. Yes, that’s where the silence is — in this moment that will not come again. THIS moment. This FULL moment. This lovely moment of conscious awareness. So much easier to sense, to feel when noticed in silence.
One can have a silent heart, a silent soaking in of the present even amid the chatter of children, young and old, that silence filling your heart until you think you might explode confetti joy all over the house, each other, invisible confetti joy.
Yes. In the silence, confetti emotions swirl, dance, play, breathe. Breathe. Breathe in the silence. Joy.