peeking through the sidelight
I caught the moon staring
it may have been calling me
to stop and breathe deep
the patience of the moment
implied she was looking too
from where she was
the snow moon full and bold
hung peacefully in the eastern sky
stars at its flank
as I stood beneath
I was reminded
it also goes through phases of emptiness
before being full again
he sits,
sipping coffee thru the lid
his tongue burnt from his haste
ignoring the ache in his fingers
facing an empty space where her back once was
brow crinkled
with constant thoughts of her
recalling words from her heart
that once bubbled endlessly
staring at another sunrise
asking the universe for help
nary a sound, but certainly a fall
an empty gaze faces the scattered pieces
some fragments sit piled upon each other
other shards glisten a distance away
jagged edges signal caution
smoothed borders lay more calmly
a rush to gather it may prove hasty
standing in pause and steadying the mind
will help see what may not have fit
pieces discarded will not be forgotten
efforts to rebuild may be slow
cracks may show in the new shape
allowing light to shine through
scars that appear
serve as timelines not to be hidden
our stories and truths lay within
the journey will have falls and calls for change
change is inevitable – growth is optional
both require time, patience and love, lots of love
the new shape will take form
stronger than before
#falltopieces #lookinginyourwindow
sitting with the last of the night’s sky
stars still dot the quiet black morning
transfixed in its peace
resolute and unwavering
staring over the valley
change comes with each moment
azure blue encouraged from below by rose pink
layers of beauty revealed
as nature’s drape lifts the day
canary yellow appears
claiming its place perfectly between pink and blue
a few stars remain visible in the western sky
watching the day begin over my shoulder
as one lone star like a beacon refuses to dim in the gift of the sunrise
pink has played its role disappearing from the morning
leaving yellow and blue to raise the day from here
I have been strong before
often that strength stood guard
fronting a veil of fear
the strength that guards
may not be what best moves us forward
vulnerability may be the key
releasing vulnerabilities can allow for full awareness
and deeper connection to ourselves and those around us
a strength connected
deeper to our truth builds from here
we may walk a path countless times
prior imprints fade
missteps are memories and teachers
yesterday’s steps are a guide on today’s fresh path
walk on
time continues to pass, endlessly
each minute the same only in length
like droplets of rain that create puddles
you can’t touch the same one twice
puddles gather to a mirror
look into it and see yourself
revealed is you, only in this instant
the puddle will dry never returning the same
your image reflecting in the next will be different
be in each moment
it only comes once
looking in your window 