Even though we can’t change the past,
we can rethread
the needle and
start to work with
all that old material to
fashion something
new, something that
better fits us
now, and when what we’ve made begins
to wear, we can
rethread and start
to work again.
JDG
I’m up against that same old wall
again, but now
I know that wall’s
within. Formed for
protection when I was young, it
kept me safe and
gave me strength, but
now I see it
blocks my way, obscures my view. To
remove this wall
may be the hardest
thing I ever do.
JDG
That row of bright forsythia,
glowing at day’s
end, yanked me from
my worried thoughts,
hauled me, breathless, to an empty
space and left me
there to steep in
sun-lit beauty.
I give thanks for worry’s sudden
end and for the
quiet gold of
moments like this.
JDG
When the sun laughs out loud after
days of dark clouds,
all nature sings.
Bradford pear and
cherry cheer, forsythia grins,
daffodils dance,
and even the
grass smiles as
squirrel and rabbit, fawn and doe
romp and play til
sun’s laughter is
finally spent.
JDG
A young blue heron came and stood,
eyeing the pond
and surrounding
land. I hope he’ll
decide to stay as others have
before. Maybe
he’ll soon be joined
by a female
friend, and who knows what might happen
then, but for now,
his calm enfolds
pond, land, and me.
JDG
For four years the one who planted
the seed of that
Chinese bamboo
saw no result,
yet she faithfully tended the
ground wherein it
lay, offering
food and water
with tender hands and patient heart.
In the fifth year
she saw it grow
to eighty feet.
JDG
After posing the question, “What
do you want me
to know about
happiness at
this time in my life?”, I began
looking through those
images torn
from magazines,
using an intuitive means
called soulcollage
to see what might
be there to find.
~
A strangely beautiful image –
a hand holding
an old, rusted
beer can along
with a bunch of wild flowers –
joined my pile as
did a pail full
of picked berries.
Soon a stack of small stones appeared
and a carved rock
figure holding
an offering.
~
From this unlikely grouping, my
answer did come.
“Happiness is
a balancing
act. It is there for the picking
but you have to
be willing to
accept beauty
and truth in whatever form it
comes and from that
you shape and share
small offerings.
JDG
(For more information about the process of SoulCollage, go to http://www.soulcollage.com)
That young branch, full of pink promise,
lies on the ground
next to the tree
from which it sprang.
What led to its fall just at Spring’s
halting start, is
a puzzlement.
Perhaps at last,
it lost all faith in self and Spring
while trying to
hold Winter’s white
and heavy load.
JDG
Approaching the place where the road,
one-lane and dirt,
bends west into
the setting sun,
I find the counsel that I seek.
Travel with trust,
intuition,
and gentleness.
Give thanks for sacred wisdom and
alchemy as
you journey west
into the light.
JDG
Winter, not to be outdone by
Spring, bursts forth with
a blossoming
that covers all
things in its path: ground and trees, cars
and bushes, roads
and fences too.
Undeterred, Spring
bides her time, knowing it won’t be
long til all this
competition
melts fast away.
JDG
