Bed
Bedtime brings such joy
The anticipation
of the
Pleasure
of the
First sip of tea tomorrow morning
(C) 2021
Bedtime brings such joy
The anticipation
of the
Pleasure
of the
First sip of tea tomorrow morning
(C) 2021
Today’s date is 12-02-2021
Hooray!
So tidy 💝
I appreciate this.
Velvet cushions surround me
In shades of blue and gold
Why would I wish to
Leave this nest?
I am held here.
The tea is hot and near.
My body is comfortable.
I can feel the softness
and after a while
I remember:
It is safe for me to breathe deeply
with my eyes open.
breathing in I calm my body
breathing out I smile
dwelling in the present moment
I know that I am safe
This nest that is my refuge
where rest wraps herself
around me
most tenderly
Drip drop
Plink plop
Away fall the strains
as I willingly unbind myself
from the chains of mental anguish
shhhhhhhh
I am safe now.
What incredible hard work it has taken
How vague and mysterious this statement
The “incredible hard work” was done
Diligently
Courageously
Persistently
For fuck’s sake Fuckers, it was ME!!!
I am the one who has worked
and worked
and worked
Worked to repair the smashing
of an exquisitely perfect spirit
And still
There is an outraged little girl inside me
SCREAMING in resistance
That it is absolute bullshit
That I
Or anybody else
Should’ve EVER have to use
their precious life energy
to tidy up the abhorrent, intolerable,
devastating MESS
left behind
by selfish oppressors
over
and over
and over
again
again
again.
The grace
to acknowledge the gift
of being invited
to learn my strength
is not available to me today.
I wanted that strength
to live a full and beautiful life
you cunts,
a life that showcased and celebrated
the world-changing brilliance
that I was born with
That strength was my birthright
And look now.
Look.
Look how I have to draw on it instead
to rewire my brain
into being able to believe
that it is safe for me
to get out of bed.
I rise.
I rise and surge.
I rise and surge and triumph.
Might get dressed soon...
(Copyright 12-02-2021)
A boy whose mother has died is calling me Mummy
He has done for months
But now that she is gone, I feel the weight of this differently
Life is teaching me that to be as kind as possible is all there is
Everything else takes care of itself after that
I cry, often
Sitting with the selectively obedient schnoodle on the hillside grass of the vacant block in our suburb
Meditating at the pre-schooler’s suggestion
She shouts to the passing cars
“We’re having PEACE!”

How is it that I ever manage to write anything at all
Or even have a thought to myself
For that matter
Look at the way that leaf moves
Jiggering : jittering : jiggling : quivering
One of so many Yet it caught my eye
Where is the face in the tree I used to fancy I could see
Oh Nature
You move and change so radically and yet so subtly
How do we fall so easily into the arrogance of certainty?
The certainty is that we are part of you.
To stay attuned to this is satisfaction
Contentment
Connection with ourselves in this moment
We are in you and you in us.
It’s going to be ok.
It already is ok.
Feeding this moment of noticing how ok it already is.
Feeling this ok moment.
Soothing my nervous system As the rhythm of my breath Synchs with the pace of nature
I find that now, here in this new moment, things are still ok
Maybe even a little bit more ok
Thank you Mother Earth For holding me so safely
I know I am at home in your embrace
I will care for you sincerely All the days of this life.
I love you.
Against my will, my loyal will
The small dog, semi-orphan, ill-trained, cuter than I could wish for
Has bonded to me
I see our similarities, and surrender to her tender sweetness, softening my heart to allow her silver fluff to soak up the blood still pouring from the gaping wound left by the death of my longest love
Good girl to come
Good girl to sit
Good girl to stay
Bobbing in our salience
We seek the illusion of certainty
Thinking we have more control than we do
And taking less than what we could
Action
Surrender

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