I love your strength, your no non-sense shit-kicking side.
I love your gentle core of light and the way they sit next to each other on the bench.
Your spirit is free; a tether broken
Go ahead and find adventure.
Don’t limit yourself.
Break wide open and embrace it all.
I appreciate your truth-telling honesty and your ability to see into this world and the next.
It’s okay to own those shiny slippers.
You don’t need to hide them under the bed.
Put them on, walk around and well…why not?..dance a little.
written on valentines day, 2008
When I look into the tops of the trees I feel possibility, freedom and expanse. The space is open and without restriction.
I am familiar with tree tops, sky and scope. My spirit, more bird than human. I look longingly at flight, angry that my feet are attached so heavily to earth. I try not to gaze too high or too long, because that is not my work. My work is to be acquainted with the tree’s roots and solid trunk. The gypsy in me does not understand roots, and the dancer in me does not understand immobility, but my lessons are there, at the base, in the earth, in being here and not above.
I took my daughter parasailing in Mexico. We rose into the sky, above the trees, mountains and ocean. I never felt so at home. My whole body said, YES! This is me soaring free like an eagle, while my daughter was terrified. We had a serious talk after that. Mom, this is it! All of my life I’ve followed you on your crazy adventures. Now I’m old enough to say, no more!