Tuesday, March 31, 2015

March 31

bright blue sky, sunshine, melting snow
a beautiful spring day, she says
too bad you are sick

head pounding, aching limbs growling
jake will cover the death cafe
counselling practise is non existent 
21 years of shifting identity shifted
 a Louise Hay flu? 

set directly between Eostre and Easter
spiritual formation life emerges
kith, kin gatherings
emotions run high, being, belonging
visibility, invisibility, to whom

opportunity for naming, claiming
hochmut* no more, myself
my voice, a writer

gkn March 31 2015
* a Pennsylvania Dutch word meaning high minded



Monday, March 23, 2015

The window at the end of the hall

I have not gone to many yoga classes, no one could call me a yogi
I can do tree stance, some days my balance is.
The tree is always present, bare ice or snow branches, mimicking buds waiting. 
The cloud, blue sky mountain tops shine through, changing hues
down the hall bring invitations to change, clothes, attitudes, dreams.
Internal, external rainbows accompany the halls  movement.
This morning we crawled around off our yoga mats claiming earth energy,
laughter, freedom accompanied the pigs and cats I met.
The stance defined by utterance I know this one is cat, and that one dog, and then a pig 
I am on front farm lawn, crawling to the sand box, a cow comes too
a tree does not need balance here, it stands in certainty that spring will come 
and summer too.

gkn March 19 2015

Thursday, March 19, 2015

The Gift

I am a writer.  I write, I wrote today.

I am a writer, truth comes my way, I speak some words with confidence, some remain unspoken and yet I speak truth to me, sometimes to you. Compassion holds me tight at times that truth will not be shared.  

Vulnerability to great to speak. 

Her children hiding in a bomb shelter, she comes to me for words, compassion comfort.  She sees me in my own unseeing, our children, we seek hope, seek peace, of body, mind and soul.  Protection that we cannot offer is all we either of us want.  Words our comfort and our hope. 

Compassion holds me, holds us close, through storms of body mind. 

I honour,  and try to honour me, my fears, my longings, protective mother elements. Compassion holds me close.  Reminds me of my place in shared humanity, my place among the gathering of all sacred, scared, we are both and all, sacred scared humanity. 

Compassion holds me close.   Tears of healing from compassions comfort.  
See you, see me.

Calming breathe I long for deep compassions soothing calming breathe.

I am a writing writer seeking.

gkn april 2015

Friday, March 13, 2015

Endings and beginnings

Today I am asking you to join me in posting a haiku as a comment.  Focus endings and beginnings..go 
Here are mine...

I saw my last 
client, yesterday
Total trust invited

Together we walked.
Final  deposit 
Energies blend growth

Celebration
Ups anticipation
Breathe Now! 

gkn march 2015

I look forward to reading your haikus or other writing about endings and beginnings..thanks, in advance, for sharing! 
gloria

Monday, March 9, 2015

Good Morning

Good Morning! 
Today my reading that began my day was entitled Waiting.  In it was an invitation to see my times of waiting as an opportunity for meditation, a chance to slow down my mind, relax my body and notice.  

The challenge I have given myself to be with the writing, has given me daily opportunity to notice the difference between being with the task and being with the process.  It is an opportunity or invitation if you will to be aware, to always be aware.

 I am finding in my heightened awareness whether I am writing or eating or reading or walking or doing dishes or waiting, there are poems begging to be written, grief waiting to be expressed, stories asking to be told, and in it all possibility. 

Today I wish for each one of you possibility to claim and to be all of who you are! 
Blessings everyone! 
gloria 

P.s. For those of you who have tried unsuccessfully post a response on this blog, I sadly do not know why it works sometimes but not others.  I invite you to try try again and of course I am always delighted to see your responses in my email box or my snail mail box as well 😊