Winter Being

darkness, rain
listen
the body speaks

pain is a path

Here Now

This morning, my daughter was not ready to begin her day. As I lifted her out of her crib, she wanted to sit on her sofa. She curled into a ball against me, the rise and fall of her breathing my only awareness of time passing. I held her the way we sometimes hold these moments of peace, so tightly and deeply as if to create a second skin that we will never shed.

As she took her first step onto the carpet, I was there with her, taking my own step towards the unknown. She gave me the gift of being present, letting go, and being present again.

Sunset

the heart bleeds
all it holds
saving me
from darkness

all colors
even black
i wear to sleep
accepting

how it is