I love to write and—
it’s never been my primary goal: to be a writer
it is one of the activities I find myself most naturally gifted at
and as I’ve grown, I’ve decided that rules are for breaking. i still pause,
ending and beginning sentences with prepositions…and then I do it anyhow.
punctuation here, not there, words that form themselves from the ethers
oh, careful with that! my schoolteacher Grannie said, in reading my unruly poetry.
i find it most natural, to allow the flow of my intuitive channel to pour through my hands
to let the words tumble like water off a cliff edge
enjoying the way they catch the light, I pause, exhaling sighs of wonder
whenever i get caught up in rules, in others ways of being, i find myself wandering astray
lost from my true mode of being
when I find myself coming from the mind, wondering how this connects to that,
what have I just said? does it relate?
I take a deep breath, hand on my heart and collect myself
out of mind, into body. out of thinking, into stillness.
since a young age, i’ve translated my imaginings into short stories,
always loving seeing them come to life, never caring much how many eyes read them
but I did—when I was nine—write to a big publishing house,
a true ink on paper letter, inquiring “how does a nine year old become a published author?”
I realize now, after many years and iterations, of examining self and desire
of coming so deeply into the core of me that I realize my soul’s true mission
to be a living light of wonder, to share wisdom from the deep,
on the subtle art of being spirit in human form
I have a heart of melted gold
oozing, glittering as galaxies of stars in the dark northwoods sky
warm, glowing like soft embers in the circle of still-warm rocks
after the fire.
long ago I did not know
how precious it is to be so sensitive, so wise, so gentle
I found this world a most trying place to be in
many days still, including today, I wonder whyyyy
why am I here being human?
and I remember: I chose this.
maybe I did not like my decision, maybe I tried to rescind
but I chose this
a child of god, a daughter of earth
a soul on mission thru this woman that I am
sharing purity, grace—and wild irreverence
for the way things have been.
I am here to weave a new way
glistening tapestries of love and desire
of witnessing the beauty of creation that we are
so joyfully embodied to receive.
I realize now, after this journey of years
that my curiosity as a nine year old, wondering how to become published
was not how can I be a published author
rather, how does publishing work? and—can I do it?
[i’ve learned that I can do nearly anything I set myself to]
I was never satisfied with the answer I received,
and felt honored all the same that the publisher did indeed write me back.
I am simply so curious about the way…
the destination is beautiful always, each with its own special charm
but the journey—this is what I’m here for
the journey, of being human, of being soul,
of being spirit invested in form
the journey of being
I am here for this.
and I am I here for you too,
to open to your expressive expansive self
to allow life and love to pour thru.
together, we are weaving a new way
one never before seen on earth
and when we pour from clear open hearts
the way is true.
I am here for this—are you?
written June 2024
