Thank you, Humiliation,
You were my teacher
Thank you, Compassion,
You were my lesson
Thank you, Circumstance,
You were my keeper
Thank you, Consequence,
You were my pen
Thank you, Disillusionment,
You showed me I was blind
Thank you Blindness
You eased the way
Insight to Opportunity
When I was in the military, I had an affair with a married man...
Truth is price and purchase,
Burden and relief,
And passage from endless fear,
To finite joy and grief
The price of knowing the truth is that we can't un-know it, and it might be painful - even earth-shattering. By the same token, it may be a relief to learn that what we feared is not true...
Joyce is compassionate, creative, knowledgeable, and wise.
God spreads his quilt across the trees
and paints the ground with its leaves
Each bears the color of its fruit -
some flamboyant - others mute
Orange orange and lemon yellow,
Ruby red and golden mellow,
Macintosh with pumpkin patch,
Deep plum pudding and a dash-
And though my eyes can't drink their fill, the season offers greater still
Such sweet aroma fills my breath
to wake my primal union with
my soul and senses one and all
I love thee, love thee, love thee, Fall!
Finding Joy in Your Life
This poem captures an experience of pure joy in my life, a time when I was thrilled to be alive.
Think of am experience that filled you with joy. Where were you? Who was with you? What did you see, hear, smell, feel, and taste?
How long has it been since you experienced joy?
I carry it like luggage -
It is heavy and a burden,
But I need it I think
Lest I cast my lot completely -
In favor of joy
To cling to what I treasure
and shun what I fear
is not in itself the vice
That lies within the blind I wear
and the will to pay its price -
To never know the value
in the consequence I fear
or the detriment to life itself
of that which I hold dear
just quiet emotional outgassing -
Don't Be Afraid to Feel Your Feelings
Are you so afraid to feel your feelings that you anesthetize your self by eating, drinking, or taking a pill?
Perhaps you keep yourself distracted from your feelings by disappearing into the digital world. Maybe your anesthesia is keeping busy.
I have good news - you don't have to live this way!
There is no hurry. There is no wait.
There is no early. There is no late.
I no longer seek distraction from ever-present anxiety.
There's no discomfort in the now -
It's not prickly like it used to be
I've no concern for the future.
The past no longer drives me
Instead I float, as on a raft, and let the river guide me
My soul rejoices in this freedom. I breathe so ever easily.
I know now that I belong to a god who loves me dotingly.
It was not until I reached the second bridge,
That I truly realized I had crossed the first
It was not until I crossed the second bridge,
That I could not deny the many more
I never thought to live in my house, to renovate the rooms
I only sought to get out - To live in something new
Ten times I left, ten times I built that house again the same
From breakfast nook to ceiling fan, from brick to window pane
In my rage, I tore it down -stripped it to the frame
and in the end, found myself out through a door that opened in