If I were writing

If I were writing a poem this morning what would I say?

I would start with a smile at the idea and look out at the snowstorm in search of inspiration.

I would note the feelings of glee and being free.

I would want to use the words whole and ease,

joy and peace.

Then I’d want to rhyme and could only think of fleece…treace, meese, geese.

hahaha

I’d think about how I love Andrea Gibson, I hope she’s well and how I could never write like her.

I’d laugh at that silliness and love the two of us the same.

I’d think of one of my most favourite poems I once wrote at sixteen during a poignant moment in the mountains, likening the wind to god. I’d wonder where I stashed that and how does it go?

Can you see the wind…

Can you see the Wind?

You can see its presence as it moves through the trees.

You can hear its voice echo as it crosses your path.

You can feel its power as it pushes you forward one step at a time.

Can you see the wind?

No, but you know that it is there.

something like that. aww. what a cutie.

I love that I am able to tap into that same feeling after so many other mountains and valleys in between

the same connection magnetically pulling me through.

It’s real. It exists. It sometimes takes practice and sometimes you have to fumble around in the dark and use all your senses to find your way to re-member.

Time and again returning to vulnerability and safety at home within your very own heart.

Within you and accessible the whole time.

If I were to write a poem this morning I’d write about that.