Little girl steps
Little girl jumps
This way to the magic
That way to the unknown
The world is a twirling swirl of foamy imaginings
Bouncing atop my wishing well
Little girl smiles
smack dab (two for the road)
A constellation with three stars
Is teaching me to dance
The star-spangled-sideways waltz
With my eyes closed.
He says it will help me
Understand what laughter
Tastes like when you add
Backward thinking and forward looking
At the very end of the smile process.
No previous experience required.
All forms of magnificence welcome.
wear a helmet next time (the fall)
A sudden blow to my remembering
Knocks me on my ass.
I hear the looking glass whisper....
“Why is your square dance skirt on upside down?”
My only possible reply....
“Because i ran out of popsicle sticks.”
I wonder what will find me when i wake.
all done (but the letting go)
Faster this time
Exit door approaching
Fullness and hunger all at once
Merge into new path
dressed to dream (i’ll fly away)
A new dream tapped on my window last night....
In the form of a rather large sparrow in a long purple cape.
“Time to go missy....you’ve been stuck here long enough.
There’s flying to be flown and swirling to be swung.
The dance has already started and your favorite song is coming up.”
I took a look around my room
And noticed that there was nothing in it that felt like it belonged to me anymore.
“Don’t worry missy....all your loves are waiting
Just on the other side of that golden cloud beyond the moon.”
As i moved toward the window
I felt like i was moving in slow motion
And yet each step felt lighter and laughter bubbled up from inside me.
I began to remember and forget at the same time.
Yes, this is where I’m going
Yes, this is who i am
Yes, this is the way home.
the call of the wilderness (and the inner wild)
How to be prepared for that which has no possible preparation:
Dig into the darkness that hides directly behind the light
Hold nothing gently in your hands
Laugh out-loud at your own ridiculousness
Watch it all as you fly overhead
Swim in the truth that swirls in every lie
Lean into each breath until you feel the world touch the inside of your lungs.
Then maybe, you might possibly begin to understand
That life is only now.
And now is everywhere.
starlight (and heartbeats)
How far is it from this star to that star?
Can you measure it in heartbeats?
What if stars and hearts are connected,
And when one heart stops beating
The stars can feel the silence.
While the sound of that stopping
Creates a hollow in the air,
Warm to the touch,
Sending shivers across your skin.
And every so slowly, rising,
With painstaking calculation and purpose,
To the star that is calling it home.
the guild of thieves (a prophecy retold)
“But i am no leader, I am not as powerful as the others,” she said.
To which the moon replied, “Make your own path.
You are stronger than you know and the world is not at it seems.”
The time of magic is once again upon us.
And the adventurers awaken.....
will of a wisp (with a broom in one hand)
I remembered my name today,
It started when a rather unusually shaped know-it-all offered me a slice of dillydallies with a sprinkling of yesterdays,
I absolutely could NOT resist and replied, “I’m not one to say boo to tradition.”
Just when i thought my belly would burst from adding several extra helpings of yesterdays (and whipped cream) on top.....it began to rain small pellets of why-not with chocolate-cherry tomorrows....i like to catch them on my tongue and hold my breath until they turn orange flavored.
What happened next is anybody’s guess...although i have been unable to locate anybody for the past several hours.
But suddenly i was home at my kitchen table staring at a letter written in blue crayon on yellow paper....
Come find me....let’s play.
Your secret admirer
witch way the wind blows (cross roads)
And I’ll tell you a story....
But i can only whisper the words,
Because if i speak too loudly,
Others might hear and begin to believe.
The truth is....
She made her own way,
Yes, she made it up as she went along.
She made her own map,
Yes, she wrote down the places as she traveled.
She made her own meaning,
Yes, she cried and laughed and laughed and cried,
And found magic and wonder and insanity and connection.
‘How did she do it?’....you ask....
With her whole heart,
Every single step,
Every single day.
And lots and lots of chocolate pudding.
when you are looking for a sign (and it’s also looking for you)
Some part of this road seems familiar
And yet i am not myself today
I recognize bits and piece of my yesterday
And some of the hopes for tomorrow
Mixed into a jumble of swirling never-was and not-any-more
My heart feels full of cotton candy
And my head full of sunshine bursts in between rain storms
How to begin in the middle
Of a journey that feels like it belongs to someone else’s bedtime story
Stepping up to the sign post in front of me
Written in very small letters.....
To your left, the land of BRAVERY
Where things mostly smell like apple pie
And they all do their washing on Tuesdays.
To your right, the land of DARING
Where things mostly taste like mint marshmallows
And they all sing for their suppers.
Well, i was just craving apple pie.....
fireflies and honeysuckle (winds of change)
Hello wild one.
I’ve been waiting for you.
The tea party will begin shortly, once the fireflies arrive.
I’m feeling crumbly today, but i still have a pretty dream
Tucked in my back pocket that I’ve been saving for days such as this.
I often wrap them in cheese cloth that was soaked in honeysuckle,
Left to dry in the midsummer sun
And then sprinkled generously with tiny candy-coated epiphanies.
Some find the epiphanies too bitter for their liking,
But i love the tart surprise that makes you want to stand on your head
And sing songs backwards.
Let us pour some tea and feast on ridiculous words
For they are the most delicious
And leave you feeling full for hours.