Friday, 29 March 2013

Releasing a love

I took your advise Ms.Oliver
I broke my heart open
I paid attention (maybe not as much as I should have)
I was astonished (more than I've ever been before)
And while a giant part of me wants to rail against him,
hurl words and curses and questions and explanations
I can see that he is just surviving
Living in a world where truth
and wonder
and gentleness are foreign objects
And maybe that is what hurts the most
That love,
offered with an open and genuine heart
was an impossible gift to accept
As for me.
I am broke open.
I am bare and raw and more than a little sad.
But watch now- how I start this day
in kindness
 I will not close my heart again
to the rest of the world.

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Why I Wake Early

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
~ Mary Oliver ~

Tuesday, 26 March 2013


 yet again,
 at how easily the day can shift. 
 From fairly terrible to everything is all right. 
With a stone.
And it is oh so random, and unexplainable. 
But I want nothing more than to give this to the young one,
just barely a man,
 who still is hiding behind hair, and clothes, and clouds of green smoke. 
For I am fairly certain he has no idea, how loved he really is. 
Instead I slip it into my pocket. 
 Too scared,
 to give up stones of love as easily as the ground.

Saturday, 16 March 2013


“I tell you this
to break your heart,
by which I mean only
that it break open and never close again
to the rest of the world.”
Mary Oliver

Saturday, 9 March 2013

The Gifts They Give

They may never really know
the little things I treasure.
Marbles in the sunlight
A vintage water glass on my windowsill
Heart shaped rocks
These little gifts connecting us
And I hope they know that I loved them.
Love them still
Every beautiful soul who has stroked
the playdough of my heart
Into the shape I am.