Of prickles, pain and portals….

Sometimes into life’s overwhelm
come soft days so thick with grace
it seems the volume gets turned up
on your joy
and drowns out some prickle,
shaking dance back into tired feet
’til your heart starts taking on hope
as heaven storms down light so fierce
that it swallows up the dark.

When you’re not in that place,
when all you feel is the cave you crawled in,
bone tired and seeking shelter,
and the gloom works it’s way on your soul
’til you’re hungry for good air and tall sky,
but you feel as small
as the yelp
that gets stuck
in the dry
of your voice,

(I know this place)

oh please remember that it’s there
still and always,
along the backroads of your mind,
and you can go again to that moment
when the darkness got sliced through, peeling back some dread
to free the warm buttery peace of something realer than you can see
and you saw some living light
until it smiled courage into your frightened places.

You felt it then.  Remember?
You were maybe still a child and yet you stood beneath a portal
to that sweet someplace and you felt it,
the gentle, un-driven purpose
of being profoundly
and undeniably
okay.

You’re brave enough to let your heart remember.

Open wide and go again – it’s unlocked to you still,
that door so uniquely gift to you.
You’re welcome,  known,  and waited for with great affection there
– go stand again in that place
and let Love sing her songs all over you again.

You belong,  the starry heavens whisper,
you belong.

“There’s a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”
– Leonard Cohen

A little re-share,  here.   Nothing fresh to offer but these leftovers heat up well:)
Congrats to Elaine Kean of Elk – your name came up in the giveaway
and I’ll be putting your art journal on a fast pony and sending her your way.
With a whole heap of joy and yes:)
I’ll give away another this week – oh please keep tending that beautiful soul of yours.
Leave a comment and you’re in the drawing.

Comments

  1. Thank you.
    As I drown in the sea of overwhelm your words are sweet balm.
    I am really looking forward to receiving that balm in the mail too.
    Heartfelt hugs and oceans of caring are flowing your way. Today and every day.

    • These have been overwhelming times, for sure.
      I appreciate always your honest shares.
      Thanks for saying your heart.
      Big sea-faring grace to you,
      Jennifer

  2. I’m getting better at remembering that the sun still shines even on gray days, and if I’m patient, it will peek through and warm me again. Thank you for your beautiful words! I hope you have a great week!

    • Thank you, Barbara:) Always I think that song, “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day….”
      Keep finding the sweets and stirring the sun:)
      Big joy to you also,
      Jennifer

  3. Cathy Burn says

    I am searching for that place.

    • Stretching my hand across the miles to squeeze yours
      with big hope – you’re not alone. I love your heart to search.
      May you receive every drop of shelter and satisfaction your spirit longs for.
      Thanks for sharing, for being brave.
      Jennifer

  4. I’m trying to remember that the sun is shining behind the clouds. I just have to be patient and wait until the sun wins and sends its warm rays of light our way. Even though things tend to look grey now and then, I know that God is in control and I just need to trust and not fear.
    Stay safe and well dear Jennifer.
    Hugs, Julia

    • You be safe and well also, Julia.
      Thanks for sharing your thoughts here – wishing you the feels
      of a tall turquoise sky inside yourself:)
      Big joy to your lovely heart,
      Jennifer

  5. You give us hope in these days of anxiety. I have to hope that the sun comes out, that things will level. I long for that spot you remind us is there.

    • Days of anxiety – good description, Jeanie.
      May your heart sink sweet into that place exactly when
      and how
      you need it.
      Big joy and love,
      Jennifer

  6. That unbelievably sweet image, so enough because yes, I’ve been to that place, too.

  7. I share your writing with a dear one who is struggling through a long length of the hardness of loss. Your words are the gift I choose to share with those in my sphere in need of sustenance. Carry on with this cobbling of poetic prose. Such is the beauty of it all.
    Instagram #lbmoreland

    • Thank you much for your kind encouragement – I’m so grateful that you share
      the things that I write down. Dream come true, that.
      I really thank you. With big joy:)
      Jennifer

Speak Your Mind

*