Meditation brings
Pearls of Wisdom, Clarity
sparks Creative Thought
Category: katharine griffiths
Brené Brown
She took her place.
Inspired by the natural world
with the strength of the sycamore
and the vulnerability of a lotus flower.
She now knew
They are one and the same.
This is for tomorrow
I look upon your face
through the filter of the early
morning light
I watched you as you struggled through
another long
sleepless night
At times I don’t know why
you’re always worried about
what’s been done
and what’s to come
So tell me about tomorrow
Is it as good as yesterday?
Why are you always rushing?
You’re missing out on what’s today
Laughing together
Makes me hopeful
That we’ll be ok
I wish that I could
show you how your smile
brightens up my day
It fills the space
between you thinking too much
About what’s been done
And what’s to come
So tell me about tomorrow
Is it as good as yesterday?
Why are you always rushing?
You’re missing out on what’s today
I hate to see you suffering
Missing out on every day
If you’d only be with me a while
We’ll find our way
So tell me about tomorrow
Is it as good as yesterday?
Why are you always rushing?
You’re missing out on what’s today
(Co-written by Katharine and Rodney Griffiths – Copyright 2018)
Maple Syrup
Random thoughts pop into my head. That’s crazy! I dismiss them as easily as kicking snow off my boots. I should keep these strange ideas to myself. What will others think?
‘Sap doesn’t ask the maple for permission to start flowing. It doesn’t look for approval ‘am I flowing right’, it doesn’t look for reassurance ‘is it ok that my stickiness is getting all over you’. Yet it flows each year with the spring thaw. Becoming sugary sweetness with a bit of allowing, care, and warmth.’
There it is. Pure craziness! Am I crazy?
Maybe…
I am just a writer.
Enough
Alone in the darkness
Drawn into gloom
In the quiet of night
She whispers “me too”
Only existing
An extension of him
Wanting her freedom
She curses his whim
Years of abuse, a
life mapped by bruises
Ignoring her struggle
He just makes excuses
Invisible scars
They mark her story
And trigger the slap,
his hand from her knee
And yet he says, ‘She’s
a little bit crazy’
Or is it she’s finally
had enough, maybe?
Stories of sisters
Encourage her too
In the bright of day
She now shouts “Me Too”
No longer irrelevant
She finds her power
Blooming through thick mud
A lotus flower
A wave of voices
together as one
Rippling outward
Echoing the sun
One voice, then another
Many women vow,
supporting each other
Is he listening now?
And still he says, ‘She’s
a little bit crazy’
Or is it she’s finally
had enough, maybe?
He’s listening now
Does he really hear?
Will he ever understand
What it’s like being her?
And when he says, ‘She’s
a little bit crazy’
Will he finally know
She’s had enough, maybe?
And when he says, ‘She’s
a little bit crazy’
Will he finally know
She’s had enough, maybe?
Courage
She sits
her back to the staircase
Counting
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…
Willing the darkness
‘Go Away’
Counting
1, 2, 3, 4, 5…
Anxious knots churn
Tension builds
Counting
1, 2, 3…
She stands
A tentative step
Into darkness
She descends
She shines her light to find
‘there is only fear here’
The Artist
Paradox of creation
Frenetic action
A desperate striving, urging
Do more
Quiet allowing
Moment by moment, guiding
Be more
Breathe.
As the moon
draws the ocean tides,
fall trees paint the hills
a palette of amber, mustard,
and auburn,
and a collage of spring blooms
glisten in the morning dew,
Relax in a gentle knowing
Like water lilies on a grand canvas
Brush stroke by brush stroke
A masterpiece is unfolding.
Awareness
moments, cherished few
whispering to be noticed
ever-present time
Release – a Haiku
Clouds release pressure
Intent to nourish and cleanse
A downpour of tears
Lightness
Sparklers shimmer
in the night
The sizzle and crack
mesmerize all
Aliveness dances
in dynamic starbursts
Her face glows
iridescent against
the dark backdrop
Angelic
The fire burns toward
its inevitable end
A pause,
another is lit
Sparklers shimmer
in the night
