Wednesday, October 28, 2026

We Must Learn

My hackles tend to automatically go up when someone starts telling me
what I "must" do.  However, in this case, I will put that aside and
acknowledge the wisdom in the words.

"it is only on the condition of humility and reverence
be[for]e the world that our species will be able
to remain in it."

Early on, I was taught that humility meant meekness.
That does not suit my understanding of what it means to be humble.
I had to do some digging to find a description of humility
that rings in harmony with my bones.  
Here is what I've come up with:
being humble is coming from the ground of on-your-knees awe 
 woven together with the honest acknowledgement of your unknowing,
your failings AND your consumate value and giftedness in who you are
and who you are becoming.
You matter and so does everyone else.

This was my favorite from others:
"Genuine humility means knowing and accepting who we are and who we are not; what we can do and what we cannot do. With this sense of personal clarity, we are able to see how we fit into the grand scheme of life, moving beyond ourselves to recognize, reveal, and revel in the greatness in others."




 

Tuesday, October 27, 2026

Self Blessing

"let the earth do what the earth does best, which is receive
whatever weight comes."
My body goes blissfully quiet as the words of this poem sink in.
The earth will receive whatever weight comes even as it
breaks my heart to acknowledge what that weight consists of.
May it transform and transcend the heaviness.

"may you carry within you all the quiet, all that glorious still."
This is my wish, my prayer, my desire for you, today and every day.
We're in this together.
I'm grateful for you.


 

Monday, October 26, 2026

Love Poem

How many of us are 
"shy and screaming for love and scraps"?

"when we offer our eyes, our ears, our soft hands, a few gentle words."
In an ideal world, this is the state I would live in permanently.
I confess I slip frequently and have to correct the course.
I count on these words I read and write to soften the harsh edges,  
and sharp tongue that intrudes every now and then.
A tiny, weak cat becoming a thick curl of satin sheen sleeping in the sun,
gives evidence to the possibility of significant change.
May we bear witness to this in the coming days.










 

Sunday, October 25, 2026

There Is Hope



First of all, I love that this is a collaborative poem.
It is an impressive and cohesive piece and I tip my hat 
to Messy Ink Poetry for the skill in putting it together.
Isn't it astonishing what a small group can create?

Every line sinks in with a sigh.

"Who would I have been if someone 
else's mistakes swum through my blood?

"sadness settling like dust in a neglected room;"

"inherited scars, silence and shame;"

"strange mathematics of making myself 
smaller for the comfort of others."

"there is hope in the unlearning
and in the quiet ache that begs me
not to stay silent"
I feel hope rise up reading these words.
Embrace the power of unlearning;
shaking off those well worn 
neural pathways carved by fear,
etching a different pattern into them...
realigning and recalibrating...
trusting the Universe and the unknown.
Give hope full permission to 
have its way with me.


 

Thursday, October 22, 2026

Parting The Branches

This gives me comfort.  I hope it does the same for you.
It's difficult when feeling silent, dark and heavy.
Easy to get accustomed to the gloom and forgetting
there is also singing, vision and flight 
nearby...often right outside the door...
where trees and bushes and flowers thrive,
even when they are dormant,
with no visible signs of vitality.

I'll leave you with this for the weekend
as October moves swiftly away...

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the floating air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you.

Deep peace to you.
Deep peace to you.
Deep peace to you.
~ Gaelic Blessing


 

Wednesday, October 21, 2026

Beyond Words


"River says it just by being a river, 
tree says it just by being a tree."

This entire piece 
is poignant, 
mysterious,
powerful 
to contemplate.

Let each image brought to mind by these words
take us to the place where words aren't necessary
and love is alive and strong.