this girl, she {a poem}

here . photo by liz

This girl, she 

listens to the beat of drums, the whispering leaves, the soft snores
holds the hope for rest, for softness, for ease
hungers for touch, space, here, now
trusts the breath, the light, the how it might unfold 

This girl, she
opens her heart again
(and knows it is the only way)

*** 

One way I find my om is to write a poem that captures this moment and all the layers that make up this girl who is me. Often, I turn up a favorite song (currently, Mumford and Sons singing "Sign No More"), and I close my eyes until the drums feel connected to my heart beat. Then I just start writing whatever I most need to hear in the moment.

If you feel called to find your way to capture this moment in a poem, come along to the next session of Poem It Out. We begin July 30. Find out more over here.

May your day be full of light and the words you most need,
Liz

Comments

[kolleen]

beautiful.
beautiful.
beautiful.

oxo
k

[danielle]

love these girls. love these words.