Last of the Summer Flowers

backyard dianthis
Last of the Summer Flowers

The dianthus –
her red and white spinning tops 
sparkle in the autumn sun
The feverfew –
her delicate daisy-like blossoms 
look at me with round yellow eyes
The Veronica –
her purple spikes, like sailors, 
stand tall and salute the sky
The lone lily blossom –
on her grassy mound in her tangerine delight 
enjoys the mid-day warmth

They make their final proclamation, 
not at all tired of the delicious brightness of summer.
So, it is with sadness that I cut their stalks
and carry them inside from the coming frost. 

Once indoors gathered together in a vase,
resting on the old oak coffee table 
next to the worn and weathered Spanish tile, 
the dianthus, feverfew, Veronica and lily, 
mingle like long lost friends
over a late afternoon lunch on a breezy afternoon. 
Their conversation is lively as the 
frozen and withered hosta leaves 
outside the window speak of their blessing. 

befriending

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befriending

inside my head
the little voice
whispers worldly words
that I want to push away

resistance raises
her arms to fight
then I remember
to take a deep breath
to slowly walk up beside the voice
acknowledging her wisdom
grateful for her good intentions
and to stand calmly in her presence

from this accepting space
the world opens
and I feel free
to write a different story
that moves me
in the direction
that I truly want to go

 

Today’s post is a tribute to Teresa, who led restorative yoga classes at the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics for breast cancer survivors back in 2012. One day in our practice she invited us to befriend, rather than resist, our natural unpleasant thoughts…to try standing beside them versus pushing them away. I remember the sense of calm that came with her invitation and this fresh relationship.

This post is also dedicated to ‘Coach Christina’ who guided me for 6 months in early 2012 at a time when unwelcome thoughts were abundant following my mastectomy. With her guidance and incredible loving support, I was able to befriend and shift my thoughts in ways that brought welcome catharsis.

I am so grateful for the wise leaders who guide and inspire me.

 

* I took this photo in San Agustinillo, Mexico. These two little guys capture so nicely how I would like to be friends with those sometimes unhelpful voices in my mind. 🙂

do you ever need?

Lake Maggiore Italy

Do you ever need?

Do you ever need
to be propped up,
your confidence built up
so you can move forward with some semblance of grace?

Do you ever need
someone to support you,
to remind you that you are ALIVE
and that if you tune into the energy inside you, you’ll find your way?

Do you ever need
a reminder that WHO YOU ARE MATTERS
and that you are FREE
and at CHOICE
to show up
fully YOU?

I was cleaning out some files the other day and came across a print out of a blog I’d posted that featured this poem back in August of 2015. I had forgotten about writing it. It speaks to moments of self-doubt when I’ve lost my way. I don’t remember this specific instance well, although there are plenty of other such moments where my light was flickering, about to go out – moments when those I love and dear friends are there  reminding me of who I am and why my being here matters.

I dedicate this post to my dear friends Jana Mitzoda, who helps me surf life with ease and grace and my queen of a friend Maureen Monte, who always encourages me to move toward my greatest, strongest self.

 

* I took this photo on Lake Maggiore Italy during my summer vacation this past June. For more photos of my day of island hopping on the lake go HERE.