If I'm quiet, then I'm sifting,
Weeding through the good and the bad,
Weighing my anxieties against my desires.
Letting the weight of both, slow my breathing.
If I'm quiet, then I'm observing.
I'm seeing the broader scope, past the obvious
Catching my breath
I'm seeing the fine print, the things you didn't say.
If I'm quiet, then I'm focused.
I'm searching for the right time, the right way, the right feeling
Holding on tight, close to my heart
Something to tell me when.
If I'm quiet, then I'm ready.
You should take a step back....
Better yet, take a step forward,
Listen and be patient with me,
if I'm quiet.
May 2, 2017
Morning trail runs
Where I always shed my skin
Or, at least, take inventory
It's hard to run when you're holding so much weight
Physical or otherwise
When you run you become efficient
In your words,
Old thought patterns dissipate with each step
What was painful has slowly subsided
What was binding has come untangled
What was daunting has now mellowed
What was heavy feels lighter
Sept 29, 2019
Not in a way that is vulnerable, that feels timid or nervous
But, in a way that is open. A clearing, that provides visibility,
Not in way that is exposed, when you want to hide
But, in a way that feels free. A feeling, that lets your heart and head dream,
Not in a way that feels naked, that causes hesitation
But, in a way that welcomes warmth on your skin. A sensation, that pulls you closer,
Not in a way that is scarce, that seems lacking or less than
But, in a way that clears a new path. A reminder, that moves you,
December 27, 2019