She speeds up, devours, doubts
stumbles
from one page
to the next
she scours the landscape
in search
In search of what?
she is afraid
it won't be good or grand
she is afraid
she won’t know what’s next
she is afraid
she may never get there
What is it?
Where is there?
She forgets to sip
to slow, to return
to remember
She forgets
the whats and theres and its are
right here
in the hush between
in each poetic pulse
in every shade and shadow
of Now
Right Here
sheltered
in the weathered, waking
landscape
of She
* * *
These words came through this morning in the midst of avoidance. They came in the midst of scanning the web for something I can't name, in the midst of trembling fear & doubt & forgetting. They came in the midst of devouring a bit of Halloween candy (they were the bite-size kind, does that count?). They came when I stopped the restless scanning and scouring.
They came when, in the midst of it all, I showed up anyway.
yes, they do that, don't they? and then we forget...
ReplyDeletethanks for these beautiful words, Julia, and for making space for them and for us.
Love to you.
Beautiful and powerful. Thank you for sharing your journey with us.
ReplyDeleteright here,
ReplyDeletewith you friend.
love this,
& you.
& i share
such a wrestling.
XXOOO
So powerful.
ReplyDeleteYou, in this landscape of She, are so powerful xxx
Ahhhhh... love this dear one.
ReplyDeleteDear beautiful women,
ReplyDeleteThank you for being here with me--it means so much.
With love,
Julia
This touched such a place within my heart today. I needed these words. Thank you, beautiful friend. I love you.
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