Sunset on the Choptank

28 09 2012

 

 

 

 

 

time to slow down…

time to breathe…

time for awe and gratefulness…

time to take in what is most important in life…





Trusting in Trust…

25 09 2012

 

this swirling vortex is deceiving –- truly beautiful . . .

But I feel the force of

dark energy . . . sucking me in;

No relief –- the pull is constant.

Does it let up?

 

The window of hope seems to open at times –-

clear sky . . . clean air;

But old voices tease –- filled with venom . . .

looking to rush in for a quick bite.

Others are more cunning –- mingled with hope . . .

like a parasitic vine –-

creeping up the fibrous foundation that brings life;

longing to pull me back into the black hole . . . into nothingness.

 

I remember whispers of wisdom speaking the breadth of life –-

the journey filled with horizons, black holes, trails into the unknown,

briar infested pathways, companions along the way,

light that warms the soul . . .

 

This moment is not the whole . . . but live this moment I must –-

In this moment, when venomous voices rise . . .

when the nothingness of a black hole seems imminent –- I trust;

Allowing the long view of this trust to nourish hope . . .

And maybe that’s all I can do for now –- trust in trusting . . .

 

 

 

 





Defining moments…

12 09 2012

 

 

There are those moments when,

to find yourself in the place you want to be  –-

you have to jump . . .

 

Those moments . . .

poised . . .

muscles tensed . . .

fear, excitement, anticipation, doubt, courage pulsing . . .

 

Those moments when the heart and mind race . . .

Do I dare trust . . .

myself?

What awaits to catch me?

 

There are those moments when,

to find yourself in the place you want to be  –-

you have to jump . . .

 

Not with abandon — although it may feel so . . .

but with a firm, trusting embrace of the unknown.

 

May hope give courage to let go . . .

May faith embrace doubt,

And may trust tame the fear that screams within –-

 

 





Sunflower fields forever…

8 09 2012

 

You know never know what you will find just around the bend! A gift given…

 

(a sunflower field in Harford County, Maryland. There was a larger field just past it’s flowering prime adjacent to this)





Calling Me Back…

3 09 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

Emptiness saturates the air I breathe, I’ve lost my way –-

fallen into the vortex of  “real life” –- or so it is deemed . . .

 

I catch a glimpse of an unrecognizable me on the glass wall —

dressed in other’s expectations,

cloaked in other’s rules,

blanketed in perceived realities . . .

chasing the ever elusive “what I’m suppose to do” —

hoping to catch it . . . stop it . . . hold it . . .

finish it . . . put it in my pocket.

 

Old acquaintances come calling,

peddling their cancerous gifts:

fear,

worry,

anxiety,

pleasing others,

shame . . .

 

I sit in my house and yet feel so far from home . . .

 

But I am not alone . . .

Who are you that calls me back?

Who speaks my name –- inviting me back to Life?

Who breaks through the veil,

bringing color and Light to the world?

Who urges me to close my eyes in trust so that I may truly see?

Who are you that teaches me to love from Love rather than “ought-to’s” and “should’s?”

 

A peace stirs . . .

Courage rises . . .

Love embraces . . .

I turn to the Whisper . . . and journey toward home . . .