stuffing stockings for you….

Stockings are my favorite.
I closed my eyes today and stuffed one for each of you,
my heart layering wishes and prayers
into bright quilted spiritsocks to send on Christmas breezes.

Down in the bottom,  like a big shiny apple,
I plunked a prayer that you’d hop quick and light through tangles
like a surefooted wren in underbrush,
never bogged down or boxed in.

Then I melted down the crayons
that would color you a victim,
scooped balls from the molten pools, 
then sculpted and dried into powerful pellets
for you to pitch at lies and sink them
like the accuser in a dunking booth.

I dropped in big belly laughs,  lush meadows,  quiet pools,
and plenty of light and space,
a string of exhuberant stars burning hopeful through the night
that you’re never alone,
and a Mary Oliver poem about another sunny morning
and the lucky person who is in it
(oh let that happy lark be you)

I tucked in Dickenson’s wish that your rambles be sweet,
your reveries spacious,
and some colorful feathers that whisper “you’re worthy of wings”

I draped a bouquet of flowers from the top
to gently croon that it’s safe to bloom
and a loveable Lionel….a sort of communication angel like his character in The King’s Speech
to coach out every bit of your voice that may still huddle stuck and shut down.

Into the nooks and crannies I tucked candles that flicker encouragement,
pretty little packages of savory sustenance
and teas for chasing chill and fatigue.
Then I scooped in a whole caboodle of newborn dreams;
they trickled down like skittles into every crevice,
and some truffles of precious time wrapped in glittering foil
in strong flavors of go slow and savor
(I went heavy on these so that THIS year you’re gaining time)

And I smiled at all the love packed snug like a stowaway inside;
I hope you feel it like a song,
a warm hand on your back when you need another along,
a blanket pulled up on a cold night,
a glad squeeze for how you share and shine.

Go ahead and open it early……there will always be more,
always be enough,
always:)

A big warm thankyou to beautiful Kamana for having me over at her stunning place!  Treat yourself to a visit
to her warm island and even warmer heart.  

rolling the load…

 

 Hey there,  tender shoulders
braced for ache,
tight with dread,
 misreading  muddy signals
and bent heavy with strange yoke. 

what if you roll that load
…rethink  responsibility,
 release the false
to stronger shoulders.
 You know,  loose the urgency,
 rest easy instead
…..save your strength for love.

Look where you are,  tender soul
right here in the center
of this generous moment,
wrapped in rich enoughness
swollen with lift and light.


Take courage and unsqueeze,
 stretch out wide in safe sweet shelter….plentiful grace.
Listen as soothing Love
 whispers soft over your skittish places
  through the patient beauty of the moments you’re given
today.

 And as you wait for somedays
and someones,
 go ahead and flourish,
scooping up here and now like treasure,
lifting face to the sun
 just let go and live, 
really live.
T
here are riches yet unwrapped  in the waiting.

 (it’s been a week of perplexing prickles,  really jarring at times.  These are the words I’ve struggled with…whispered through the dark to my shoulders and soul.  I’m glad to share them with you….hope  something may help lift a load from you,  too. 
 My photos will have to tell the stories this week….they were bright kisses and I’m grateful. 

  I’m giddy over some new art and holiday love that I have to share.  Soon!  Always,  thanks for coming by;   you bring me such JOY.)

Overflow overture….


For firm hands kneading tight muscles,
a tire swing waiting in the yard,
small brave farms raising fresh food from earth,
rocking chair ready
and all the little fascinations that make each soul unique,
I give thanks.

For angels and eggsalad,  soup and solitude,
stories and cinnamon and swallows and snowflakes,
hot clean bathwater
and teakettles when they whistle,
I give thanks.

For family and friends and strangers who smile,
the smell of fresh coffee and candles burning softly,
a belly full and sore from laughing,
movies and music and macaroni and cheese,
and all the many ways LOVE finds me
…..that Love is the strongest,
I give thanks.

For washes of  light
and kisses of breeze
and sweet doggie snuggles
and pie with whipped cream
  and heartache and hassle
and the sting of feeling misunderstood,
frantic and frazzled and falling apart,
for my shepherd in the shitstorm,
and that I’m not alone,
I give thanks.


I hurl up praise through joy and ache
and fling myself headlong into the arms of grace
my battered heart is well and safe
and with relief I whisper thanks,
it is well
it is well
with my soul.