the beauty of gathering

Sharing our stories is what it is all about.  Sharing deeply who we are, the struggles we face, the roads we travel.  Sharing our dreams, our heartache, our insecurities.  Sharing all of it.  This is what is truly magical.  It takes strength to show up exactly as we are.  Five pounds heavier than we wished, dust on the floorboards, fears of not having anything of value to add.  But we show up none the less with our hearts on our sleeve.  And we are seen for exactly who we are.  You with your wide expansive heart,  your wise business sense, your adventurous spirit, and your quiet wisdom.  Love, pure love swirling around as paint get whisked onto paper and things get glued down.  Hearts opening, truths revealing themselves, and supportive love holding everyone up.  Realizations unfolding that we are all the same and we all are fearful of something.  Each of us sees that we are our own harshest critiques.  But as we gather we hold up the mirror for one another.  Reflecting back the beauty that we see in each other.  This is magic of gathering.  Sharing stories, making art, laughing, crying, and showing up.

sacred spaces

It was the small spaces she had to carve out

The ones specifically meant for herself

A trip to the coffee shop

A stroll around the pond

A tiny alter deep inside her closet

It was these sacred spaces that she needed

To keep herself aligned

To continue moving forward

Merging together with another requires some thought

Care and attention to detail

The journey of each others hearts cannot be lost

They must be taken into deep consideration

She knew she had to create these spaces for herself

There are some things she cannot compromise on

And although he might not understand it

He respects this sacred ground

He is happy to see her smiling

Dancing around the room as if she were a child

This brings delight to both of them

As together they each soak in their own sacred space

forgiving the past

It was the past he was most determined to forget

Storing it under lock and key

Then throwing the key away

Hoping that it would stay hidden in the dark forever

She wondered what he was hiding from

Why he did not want to face it

She wondered what scars lay deep below the surface

Not given adequate attention to heal

She knew well the struggle it was to face the past

Accept the decisions that had been made

Choosing to forgive mistakes

Then step openly into the future

She knew the tug of war that went on inside of her

Before she opened up her own locked box

She was grateful she found the key

Amazed she had the courage

She knows it is his own battle to fight

But she just wants to see him happy

Free from inner demons

Smiling widely from deep inside

in between

She wanted to make a wish

Closing her eyes

Transporting herself to a different time

Another moment

When things were more settled

Her heals dug firmly in the ground

But she knew herself better

She knew that her wishes were only that, wishes

She knew she would have to go through the struggle

Take the difficult path

It was always that way with her

And she knew that

Along her journey she learned so much

Patience, kindness, love

Showing up and wearing her heart on her sleeve

She learned about being vulnerable

And saying she knew she just needed kindness

She learned how to speak from her heart

And now she stands in limbo

With half her life here

And the other half there

Dancing between the two

Placing her things gently

Not wanting to disrupt the flow of life

She knows how to blend into the background

She knows how to disappear

But this time things are different

He wants to know how she is feeling

He doesn't want to see her cry

He wants them both to be happy

She is no longer dancing alone

She no longer has to step into the darkness

Afraid of what will be waiting for her when she turns on the light

She comes home to someone

Who loves her and holds her close

And together they step into the future