We sit, looking at the rain-kissed sky
The train whistle in the distance
A resort is full of people
taking care of it,
loving the land.
And the bird lady
Married to her birds,
Teaching, but her words are full of regret and resentment
Why did she hide so long
Only, like a burrowing owl,
to come out and realize, it is too late,
Too late for children
Bitter pride, an aftertaste of regret.
Acquaintance with and acceptance of one’s own intelligence.
Sharing dreams and attempts of creative endeavors.
Knowing the reception will be one of honest curiosity and excitement.
Separation from influences which see you as less and the gifts that brings.
Showing one keys to vehicles, waiting to be tested.
Opening the path of learning, so far beyond school.
Three stories in the sky looking at the faces of the trees.
Hearing the whispers of nature and the murmurs of our realm.
Voices, words, tones, falling through the air, landing, sometimes.
Gremlins, voices, FOO, or my favorite “the itty-bitty-s*itty-committee”….
The challenge lies in being able to tune in to that channel in your head and learn how to turn down the volume.
Being brave enough to listen to the filters that are blocking the kind words.
The distortion mechanism tearing words of love and making them into old voices.
Voices of ridicule and guilt.
Ones bent on tearing you down, tearing you apart, even better.
Drilling in, letting your inner faith drain away as it laughs because you let it, again.
falling into the inky blackness
swim, don’t drown
float in the darkness
dive if you dare
there’s light down there
stroke, sink, hold your breath
go, don’t think, carry through
out, come out
the other side is bright
but you must fight
fight the urge to let go
and sink into the ink.
Saris in the park on a journey to 10,000 steps.
Snapshots of another land,
strolling through ours.
relaxing on an evening walk.
Curry in the air,
bringing my body and heart back in line.
Setting a gaugue,
Planning through age 112,
Adventures by the decade.
10,000 steps now brings strength,
laughter as I balance my way up the street.
So I can fly again.
The funnest part of my walk- the balancing