Fireweed

The fireweed reaches
high towards the sky,
trying to touch the sun
for one last kiss
of summer.

The lilac bushes wave
on an amethyst breeze,
coming back round
to bid the season adieu.

And Olive with her
dancing green eyes
breathed a final goodbye,
as Mom with her broken body
and fullness of heart
sat by her side,
singing her peaceful
songs of hallelujah.

It looked like
the frail leading the frail.
But it was really just
love leading love,
because it is often
those who seem most
fragile in this world,
that are most able
to stand strong
with love for others.

The trees turn in
soft golds of symphony,
rustling change
on the leaves.

The sun is kind
with morning light,
reassuring the day
will carry on.

And I seek
the company of
the constant sky,
where I try to unknot
the complicated strings
that are family,
loss and grief,
as I wonder why
is it usually the
daughters of this world
who carry the burden
of sweeping up after
the ashes of others.

How is it they
have not discovered
one of life’s most
beautiful secrets-
Our softness
is what makes
us strong.

The moon phases
in her cyclical song,
the darkness always
chased by the light.

The geese gently
gather in flocks of
feathered Vs,
soon to head south.

And even in their
departure they whisper
a prayer of spring
and the promise
life will always return.

I watch them
take flight as I think
of those dancing green eyes,
and offer my eulogy
to the grace of this world.

May you be loved.
May you be well.
May you be peaceful
and at ease.

May I be loved.
May I be well.
May I be peaceful
and at ease.

May we be loved.
May we be well.
May we be peaceful
and at ease.

There is such
poignant beauty
when sorrow comes,
because joy once
filled that space.

A full moon
is rising.

My heart
remembers love.

And the fireweed
waves on.

fireweed

let it flow

You can’t stop
the tide from turning
or undo
the goodbyes
Life has brought
your way.

Or keep a season
of grief at bay
when it’s demanding
to be felt.

Remember that
every loss
comes with awakening
that shows us
how deeply
one can feel.

Do not try
and keep
your heart
from reminding you
what it is
to be human.

Just let it flow
and know
your heart rains
because it has
known
Love.
rain

the spill

There are these
sacred spaces
inside of us-
doorways that
take us to
the secrets of
the deeper self,
who knows
a thing
or two
about why
we are here

But we will
never find them,
if we don’t
take the time
to feel
and break
and let our hearts
spill over
onto the contents
of this world

Some people
spend a lifetime
trying to keep
the spill
from taking place-
never realizing
the ingredients
needed for
abundant life,
can only be found
through such
beautiful mess
spill

Love Lives Here

If you want
to create more
love in your life,
start with your
relationship
with yourself.

Make friends
with the parts
of you who seem
unfriendly,
ask them what
they have to say.

Over tea
and sympathy
listen to their stories,
listen beyond words-
and hear the fears
that reside in the core.

Fears of rejection
and abandonment.
Fears of pain
and not enough.

See these fears
for what they are-
a battlefield filled
with the warring
wounds of unlove.
Offer your sincerity
and your tears
as medicinal balm.

Then gently,
with the utmost
of care,
thank your wounded
warriors for all
they have done
to get you to
today.

Know they did
the best they could,
then take their hands
and give them
words of peace,
and hot soup,
and reparations
graced with
unity and love.

If you want
to create more
love in your life,
start with your
relationship
with yourself.

Make friends
with the parts
of you who seem
unfriendly-

And learn
to love them,
for what
they have to say.

love lives here