with thank you to Joi Sharp
It’s like the scent of rain
after a month of drought—
the way it rises up and fills the lungs
quiets the body
and softens the mind—
that’s what it’s like
when, after grasping
and spinning and reaching
and clenching, at last,
exhausted with my own fear,
I lay my hand on my own heart
and see through my thoughts
and practice loving
what is here beneath my palm:
this frightened woman
and the life that lives through her—
not a single promise I will be safe,
but when I press my open hand
into the beat of my anxious heart
what was dry becomes loamy,
what was cracked becomes rich,
and a faint sweetness
tendrils through me like incense,
soothing as a lullaby
that opens in the dark.
And, oh, how incredibly and fiercely this woman is love.
And, oh, how powerfully and thoroughly this woman does love.
(I add mine own thanks to Ms Joi Sharp.)
oh thank you and thank you and than you to Joi. And thank you for all the love you share with me, dear Ed
Oh to love ourselves, regardless of our fears, no guarantees of safety, just the comfort of loving. xoxox
yesterday it just utterly stunned me … such a thing to really fall away from the illusion of safety and trust fall into love
Fearless -RWT
“When I landed face first on a rooftop,
I was, for a time, motionless, bruised,
breathless, and then, sweet miracle,
thrilled by the fall, I walked away,
so much life in every step.”
I know this space you speak of
so eloquently with such raw honesty and
tender “seeing” eyes of heart.
I also “practice loving what
is here beneath my palm.”
(How can I genuinely love others
without such a platform to ground me?)
much love
“this frightened woman” ~ L
Oh sweet frightened woman, I am so grateful to be connected to you here.
I was riding along, enjoying the poem and then BOOM: “not a single promise that she will be safe, … but oh, … I promise, she will be loved.” My heart lurched and the tears came. What more can any of us want but to be loved?
right? it got me, too–and to be loved by the self–which is really, whatever there is inside us that is love loving itself … so so so powerful