Courage

We do not have to learn courage,
for it is part of who we already are.
We only have to unlearn fear.

Serenity

Solitude has served me well.
Today tentatively,
I believe... more.
my grasp loosens ...a bit.
what is... is.
and hope ...glimmers.
Today I am on my knees...
"Give me the courage
to change the things I can
the serenity to accept the
things i cannot
and the wisdom
to know the difference"

I'll be your lean-to.

I'll be your lean-to.
I'll be your shelter your until the storms pass.
I'll be your sight when you've lost your vision.
I'll believe in you when you cease to believe in yourself.
Until you the taste of life wets your lips,
Until the growing inside you sprouts new buds
Until the strength comes back to stand tall on your own.
You can lean on me
I'll hold the space
I'll be your lean-to

I am an open vessel

I am here.
I am open to be filled with all that is to be learned and explored.
Yet the more I learn
the more I realize
how very little
I know.

Rainbow sprinkles, Please.

Yesterday I ordered myself a vanilla ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles. The little girl in me loves the colors and the texture,it is a happy, joyful, yummy time licking and savoring my sprinkle covered ice cream treat. And when I nurture that little girl, I honor my grown up woman-self.
Delicious!

Enough

Is love really big enough, steady enough, open enough. Is it unwavering and strong and beautiful, is it colorful and crazy and vibrant and alive enough for me to believe...
that I am enough?

What i know for sure

I woke up this morning smiling in spite of myself about all the things I thought i knew for sure...but didn't. Like this job, we haven't heard anything at this point so..its not very likely that it is his.
But yesterday i bought myself a piece of "the ultimate vanilla white cake" from Wegmans. I took my first bite and was instantly transported to my mom-moms kitchen.
We LOVED mom-moms vanilla cake, especially the icing; light, creamy, sweet..like no other. As i savored each yummy morsel i felt like home, loved, cherished adored. I know for sure in my grandmothers kitchen i was precious. I know for sure that mom-moms vanilla white cake was the the true "ultimate" because that delightful concoction was infused with her ultimate love.
This i do know for sure.