What was is now not Life offers no second chance The gaping hole where once my heart was, Now empty, just naught. __ There isn’t a single day my heart doesn’t ache, Wide open and simultaneously closed, Regardless much trying no healing occurs, What’s missing? you, our roots and connection before take. __ I can’t…
The word humility, like the human, comes from humus, or earth. We are most human when we do no great things. We are not so important; we are simple dust and spirit—at best, loving midwives, participants in a process much larger than we. If we are quiet and listen and feel how things move, perhaps…
©️ User 326726150 · Poem - Inadvertent Incognita ©️ This poem was inspired by an interpersonal exchange this week. Pondering what is it that exists? Inadvertent Incognita When you think, feel and know that you lived, there’s a story of what happened but nothing to prove that it did. Nothing of substance than can be…
Recognize that Who you call ‘I’ Is merely a consolidation of memories And a voice of hope. ‘I’ am but an idea Afraid of its flimsy reality. And so …Live Like You Don’t Matter Recognize that Who you call ‘I’ Is merely a consolidation of memories And a voice of hope. ‘I’ am but an…
I will not die an unlived life.I will not live in fearof falling or catching fire.I choose to inhabit my days,to allow my living to open me,to make me less afraid,more accessible;to loosen my heartuntil it becomes a wing,a torch, a promise.I choose to risk my significance,to live so that which came to me as…
~ by Johnny Ray Ryder Jr ~ A mighty wind blew night and day It stole the oak tree's leaves away Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark Until the oak was tired and stark But still the oak tree held its ground While other trees fell all around The weary wind gave up…
~ by Jeff Foster ~ Love is not a feeling. If love were a feeling, it would come and go, like in a great drama. Love is not a thought. If love were a thought, it would have an opposite. Love is too small to be contained in thought. Love is not a belief. If…
~ by Stacie Amelia ~ An abyss falls within, an unwelcome weight, pulling down into darkness where the other lost wait. Each soul is crying in heaviness of grief, (There is hope though for that pain to fall away ...like a leaf) It takes time for each soul to find their own special way out,…
A selection of amazing, beautiful, authentic, heart true poems written by Erin Hanson
Just a share from a moments reflection on the experience of emotion. What is emotion? What does it mean? Are there key experiences that each of us share even if the way in which each of us make sense of our feelings differs? The offer of a poem and a quote. Poem This beautiful poem…
~ by Stacie Amelia ~ Outside grew a storm in the midst of the night It's arrival insidious, its impact a fright. It grew above so selfish, so dark It's rain dampened all connection and spark. Quietly in sleep it let itself in Came in the night carrying sacks full of sin. Slowly pouring its…
In the still moments I find I am sitting with much grief. Grief has to be the most painful emotional experience of them all, feeling attachment to something we hold dear whilst simultaneously knowing we can not be connected to that anymore. The swirl fleeting between feeling the yearning for and the feeling of loss,…
As the sun sets on Drumnadrochit I am grateful for my day. I spent some time on Loch Ness (which so far is my most favourite place when I need to find space) and had a visit to Fort Augustus to sit on the banks of the water. Not much reflection this evening just a…