Hard to say

As I think the latest three things to come from inside me indicate, I am reeling from my holiday. I was given such a wonderful time, and made so happy on so many levels. But … there is something more, something that will take some time for me to work out. There are many things to process, assimiliate, somehow work out and work through, and it all runs very deep within me and affects the way I function and behave, the way I think, the way I see things. So … bear with me. I expect that my trip will be written about for quite a while; left and returned to again and again as I move through my days. I don’t mean to be mysterious, although I do mean to protect what requires protection. It’s just rather hard to put words to all that I have seen and experienced.

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Changed
again and more
by cottages and fields
the breezes cooling the sunlight
flowers in mad exuberant profusion
even in the middle of a city

By gentle admonitions I am shaped
thoughts evoked and provoked
simple reminders across a garden wall
the careless errors instantly regretted
quick forgiveness
all in that inexorably embracing bed of truth

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Mna na hÉirann

Floors that glow in smooth perfection
space considered and given and taken
petals fluttering like wings in the wind
the enduring humility of stone

Someone
who in quiet anonymity
provides shelter and solace
your dreams must be tended

Anchoring my soul
revealing in a rich green central hue
the wide hospitality of a loving heart
courage and the spirit flame of humor

I heard the mystical enrichment
of instruments’ camaraderie
the rhythm of dance and drum
thundering the pride and strength of this land

Into my soul it still flows
infusing my heart with new understandings
knowing more and better
I reflect in the night on our days

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I would craft a fine thing
sifting through words slowly
each right choice polished and honed
to serve the cause of telling
the wonders beheld
the soul shift sparked there
continuing now and all these miles back again

Please just keep doing as you need to. We know it is a huge experience and you should just have it be what it is. Doesn’t have to be written about to share, just lived. You are loved with and without whitters, ya know! ; ) Your poetry is lovely when you do share and we know your soul is beautiful as it shines through all of this. You are doing fine. Journey on. Warm Hugs

Woman of many hats..

August 27, 2003

On some level, without really knowing, I think I understand.

Rest up, it sounds like quite some journey. As my sweet friend Scarlett O’Hara often said: “I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Lovely poetry, it’s an adventure to come here and I’m glad I found you Myz Poet. ryn…*smiles*

I admire your loyalty. Welcome home. It sounds like your soul has yet to join your body; perhaps it still enjoys the holiday back there.

Singing Nun

I know so well, my friend, about this journey. For I too traveled this road, not as far, but traveled none the less. You know how to reach me should you feel the need.