760 of 1000 Cranes folded....

Within the Silence

Over the past month, I have managed to fold a number of cranes.  I have reached about 650-700.  Pictures soon to come...

Memories that are just memories...

As I have changed my life, I have had the opportunity to revisit the places I have been.  In that self reflection that can overtake me when I am tired and in doubt, I wander the closet of my past, touching the memories.  I know something profound has changed me.  My heartstrings make no sound in the company of these memories.

Those love songs that would stop me in my tracks have become music again.  No longer a key to unlock the flood gates of what happened and what I had thought it had all meant.

And the moment, the right here and now, has a richer, more dynamic sensation and experience for me.  I can see what I have and hear myself speak kindly and in gratitude.

Finding My Ray of Light

The inward journey to discover the inspiration, that ray of light that illuminates the world we are living in, giving it new perspective and meaning.

What are the things that make you smile to yourself? Laugh? Today, I am just going to be grateful for the steps that I take and the little rays of light that show up along the way.

Gratitude in Loss

The past 3-4 years life has provided me with lots of opportunity to experience loss,  Loss of relationship, loss of work, loss of home.  and recently, it has been a loss of transportation, my car has reached the point of no return, where the cost to fix outweighs its worth financial and what it contributes to my life.

held on for dear life
Committed to holding on til the end
Despite any real comfort
And the slow breakdown of the systems

A gift accepted, but not what I would want
Afraid of how would I fill that space

such an inelegant expression
of being alive

to have the spaces in life occupied by our fears
by what could or should be

so when I let go,
weightlessness lent a new perspective
a new choice
neither contemplated or conceived

New Way of Loving

I am learning a new way of loving, where it is not about what I do. Loving as an addition to the already existing miracle of life.   As an amplifier of what we hope and how we see ourselves.
To love to the very edges of my soul and let another choose what resonates, what is the gift accepted.

The door is still closed.  I cannot know what resides in the depths of your heart and soul.  I can only partake of the meal that is set before me.  There is subtlety that is not lost on this poet.  So I accept the generous gift of the moment, as honored guest. And I leave my small gift of thanks on the doorstep...

Little Notes Along the Way

My words are little notes along the way
A way of marking the moment
Looking at life for the happiness

I had long forgotten my own gift
what words can conjure and create

Words that illuminate what already exists
For my words have merit
the markers for the horizon set before me.

Words that fall into another context
Another horizon and have relevance

Words that acknowledge we are so much more than our corporeal existence
It is that expansiveness which has me choose to be in the moment