I receive
without questioning
or worrying
I receive
without questioning
or worrying
all my cards lay out
shuffled
some lost to the corners
chipped and folded
I couldn’t ask for a better hand
than chaos’s whimsy
A modern playlist offering for Hel, who teaches presence within discomfort.
Prefer YouTube? Hel – Let’s Sit With It is also available there.
i cut the sky into shapes
jagged pieces crash to earth
i scoop up the tenderest parts
taking nothing else
but love
Strands I washed,
full of heavy emotion.
Grief worn tangible
for a year
before I could bear
carrying less.
The ritual.
Braid cut off,
shaved close enough
to feel sunshine
kissing my temple.
A section of hair
given up
to hear better
what the rain cries about,
angels singing,
my God
and His laughter.
I sat beneath the shears
wondering
if I’d feel this horrible relief
had I done it sooner.
I believe in perfect timing.
Even tragedy
holds mirror
It is right.
Sheared down,
I am softer now.
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