Today I awoke
into a poem.
Everywhere I look,
another verse emerging.
Glint of sun, shimmering leaf,
dusty road along the woodlands.

If I feel a moment of sadness,
I will allow myself to feel sadness.
If I feel a moment of merriment,
I’ll give thanks for this as well.

It seems that I
can do nothing
to stop this poem
from unfolding.
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I wrote the above poem as I was beginning to feel a new energy flow into my life. Rose has been away at college for a few weeks, and I must admit I built much of my world around her (and Jonah and Bella.) As with a break-up or separation, it’s quite an unravelling- quite an adjustment in the Mothering journey to have a child venture from the nest. She seems to be doing very well. And I am doing much better. In the first week I was surprised by how I would be overcome with emotion at any moment. There was no sense in repressing this- it felt very necessary and life affirming to let it move through my body. With the poem below, I invite you- I offer tender permission- to let some of your own sorrows out.

Sometimes We Must Let the Weeping Come,
to bring its soft relief
like a dry summer’s rain;
a small brook flowing
amid the reaching ferns.
Sometimes to confess
the sadness we’ve been holding
makes way for a lightness again,
or at least the hint of an opening.
If the heart, like a cup, is too full,
we must spill some sorrows out ~
to make room for the possible gift
of something new, or fresh, or healing.

WOMEN’S RETREAT ON MARTHA’S VINEYARD ~ November 12-14th 2010
If you are longing for a weekend of renewal, refreshment, inquiry, sisterhood, and a lot of wonderfulness in between, check out this women’s retreat that I will be co-facilitating with Anne Colangeli and MJ Bindu Delekta. We will gather at MJ’s Sacred Circle of Yoga, and allow the weekend to unfold as it will, depending on what our hearts yearn for.
Connect to your deepest self through yoga, poetry, laughter, play and relaxation…