Spring will come. We will smile.

Wash off the day. Stand in a shower or soak in a bath. Tell yourself,

You’ll be fine. You are fine. I am fine.

This is what we do. We get up, march forth. We settle differences and solve problems. We stand our ground. We do all with grace and conviction. And when we fail ourselves or others, we pause to forgive. We right the wrong.

Strong roots do not need convincing.

You ask, “Who am I?”

You are,

The pieces of every woman who came before your time

Scraps of chintz, lovingly stitched together

Calico cloth from an Auntie’s tattered dress

Pearl buttons cut from a Grandmother’s worn sweater

Poetic whispers in the night

A prayer to the stars

Oil and water

Loss and Love

These women formed you whole

 

How do you honour their brave?

By making yourself small?

By silencing your voice?

No, darling

 

Find yourself

Each scrap, soft as velvet

Each stitch, strong as rooted willow

Be an everlasting reminder of who you were, who you are, and who you will become

Beautiful, brave, kind

 

 

~Brave women, Ancestors

 

Star Wish

 

Would it be alright,

if I sit awhile?

Like a candle in the dark.

Would it be alright,

Could you hold my hand?

Be my anchor in the night.

And when I’m lost

Will you find me?

Cause baby, I’m falling like a star wish

 star wish, star wish

Falling like a star wish

Straight to you.

And would it be alright,

if I leaned in?

Please~ whisper, “It’s okay.”

Is it alright,

can I stay one night?

And sleep these tears away.

Cause baby, I’m falling like a star wish

 star wish, star wish

See me falling like a star wish

Straight to you.

 Lyrics

Beneath a sky of diamonds
She knelt
Raised her hands to the heavens
Perchance he could reach back

A gravitational collapse
Within a circular path of galaxies and souls

Humbled by Divinity

His daughter, his blood
Born with the stealth of a wolf
Fuelled by the heart of a fawn
Tenacious as a honey badger

Immutable thread: Do you hear her whispers?
A spoken oath, a crossed heart, a blown kiss
Rustling on the wings of Winter

A star collapses luminous and tumbles to earth

The Dream

I had a dream.

We are in your car, a fixed up TR-6, taken from your brother. The radio retro blasts a Jim Morrison high. You steer south toward the I-5. A ribbon of trees line the hillside.  Blood red mingles with atomic tangerine.

I glance left, note how the sun casts light across your face. My finger traces the map of your jaw. You are delicious; I am enchanted.

Camped out beneath starry skies we share stories of who we will become. You are moving up; I am moving on. Wrapped within your arms I feel an unfamiliar touch of forever.

Hoar frost blanketed our tangled bones. Winter winds ripped us open.  Upon spring’s return, we awoke-  as if from a tale, frozen to a past.

I never told you: I loved our fleeting moments.

Eleanor

Eleanor At The Bar

Wide eyes drew me in. Eyes the colour of sea glass and molten gold set down by a painter’s touch. I coveted her story, listened within silence.

I studied her eyes, eyes that appeared to see beyond the realm of ordinary, sensed her bewilderment. A glance as if asking: why is it that  others can’t see how light casts shadow, how waves kiss the shore, how a smile deceives?

Lips, slightly pursed, held tangled secrets, if only she dared speak. Her side swept hair, a mix of caramel and honey, suggested an elegant yet strong ancestral line. Scandinavian vigour lingered like a shield to cover fine bones.

Eleanor. Salvaged from a Vancouver vintage shop. This is her given name, penciled to the back of a plywood board. Painted in oil, she remains bespoke for all time.

I brought her home.

“I am intrigued by the smile upon your face, and the sadness within your eyes”
Jeremy Aldana

Wonder

Pay attention, darling.

Pause in the slightest movements of the universe, the subtle nuances, the unexplained happenings that you call, “lose threads.”  Like a ball of tangled yarn, these very moments twist and turn, specific to you, alone.

Pay attention, darling.

Stand brave and alone at the crossroad of life. Stay unflinching on the page. Allow the truth of time to heal you. When tears fall like rain, know that the seeds of joy awaken to see you smile again.

 

Known as Athena, she holds a vessel of ancient wisdom, beyond that which we could ever know. Trust her vision for you.

Pay attention, darling.

Trust the journey you’re on

As she knits the story of a beautiful life.