Without effort, we breathe. Our breath expands and contracts, comes and goes, fills our lungs and releases from our body. Our breath cycles with a rhythm, no two inhales or exhales the same. We move unconsciously with its ins and outs. Invited to notice the power of it, to pay attention to the miracle of it. We gently allow it to carry us into and through each moment in this precious space we call life.
I find something very powerful in sitting with my body breathing. I can’t seem to capture it in words, though I keep trying. ;]
The question circles within me
Am I worthy?
The voice I hear
sounds an emphatic NO,
telling me I do not deserve
a life of abundance.
Yet, the goodness I seek,
like friends to keep me company,
sometimes seem within reach.
beauty and blessings,
creativity and connection,
health and happiness,
intuition and inner peace,
light, laughter and love…
How far away are they?
Another voice emanates
from deep within,
the shape of my heart.
She’s whispered all these years.
Now, she finally calls aloud to me:
Her tender and kind words
speak with compassion and love.
‘These friends you seek are always here for you.’
‘There are no special circumstances that need to exist.’
‘There is nothing specific you need to do.’
‘Simply open and welcome and believe
– it is all there for you.’
My attention has been drawn to that part of us who doubts, who questions our value, who believes we are not fully worthy of our dreams. As I’ve seen it in friends who confide in and open up to me, I’ve tuned into how it is alive in me. This poem was inspired by the intimate conversations that help to move away from ego-driven to heart-supported thoughts and beliefs. Feed the loving and kinds thoughts within.
* I recently took this photo of a geranium that I am overwintering in a pot under a dining room window. I love how it has no question about its worthiness to bloom in the midst of the cold winter months. May it remind you as it does me of our worthiness to move toward the light.
I strip away the film
that has built up over the years.
I feel as if I’m moving backward
as the layers fall away.
I question the false self
that I have created with my beliefs.
My certainties drift into air
like sand disappearing in the wind.
I stand open and empty
like a young child without expectations.
As my real self is exposed,
I see I have been moving forward all along.
I wrote this poem over 7 years ago. I forgot that I even wrote it. Somehow it never made it into the file where I stash away my scribblings. I happened upon it when reviewing some old journal entries and letters to a friend. I was surprised how it spoke to me again, all these years later. Circumstances are different, yet again there is opportunity for rebirth.
How my coach at the time interpreted the writing was inspiring: She saw a woman shedding old layers to transform into the beautiful butterfly she was meant to be, a woman who discovers that she has always been a beautiful butterfly, she just needed to let go of what was weighing her down so that she could soar.
* I took this photo of a geranium blossom in my backyard. I picked this photo because the water on the petals speaks to me of tenderness, and that seems relevant given the open and exposed feelings expressed.