Songs of Remembrance
I don’t think so
I could make a playlist
first your song
then two of his -
songs of remembrance
It seems I’ve been bridging worlds much of my life in one way or another. The writings here are a kind of bridge with the early writings starting in 2007 with articles aimed at Gardening and Aquaponics. I continued to garden but my writing moved more toward Wisdom or Life Lessons and Wellness. After my son’s death by suicide in 2016, Poetry became a big piece of my world as I tried to make sense of the tragedy of his death.
These days my writing is varied. I meet with a group of people where we do journeys and Write With the Fae. I meet with some of the same people in a group where we write to prompts and it can go anywhere. And, I'm studying Druidry, Land Alchemy, and other mystical traditions. Much of this writing will be found under Magic and Mystical.
How do you read this jumble of topics? You can read what’s latest, choose by Topic or you can use the Search function and type in a word and see what comes up. I find this fun when I’m in a funk and need something to shift my thinking. However you read, I hope you enjoy this Bridging of Worlds.
What if we could make peace with death and the choices surrounding it? What if we were willing to have a conversation about death? In the last four years, I’ve learned some things about death and dying. They aren’t all easy. And, it’s left me with questions I’m still pondering.
Photo by Jason Williard (1981-2016); used by permission.
Darkness? That's okay.
Joy? Revel in it.
Uncomfortable? Let it be.
The pain comes in the struggle to be other than we are at this moment.
If we respond with hate
to their spewing of hatred
we only multiply hatred
in the world
If we react in fear
Photo by Author
A giant fir tree
stands strong and fierce
trunk trailing skyward
in a straight line
grounded into earth
limbs flying in the wind
but trunk stands steady
I felt that way once
we can build walls
or we can build bridges
we can withhold
or we can surrender
we can step into the light
or we can hide in the darkness
each day carries choice
Photo by Kace Rodriguiz on Unsplash
How do I find me?
So much worry
trying to match up
to some invisible idea
of who I should be,
who others want
rather than
just.being.me.
Photo by Farsai Chaikulngamdee on Unsplash
Cycles
ebb
flow
inhale
exhale
expand
contract