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The Wounded Healer

I woke with old wounds
fresh, like the sharp scent
of newly cut flowers

These scars carried for life times
I finally embrace and hold you
with compassion, and forgiveness

I hold your weight
a lump in my throat
an ache in my chest
needs unmet
voices unheard
fiery temper:

the child hiding in fear

I cradle the stinging edges
of my backside
I take in the sheer blunt force of your words

I am the wounded healer
I choose to breathe in peace
to allow the golden light of spirit and source
comfort the torn edges inside
with love and understanding

I take in the brilliance
allow my roots to flow into the center of the universe
where I am safe and perfect

I am the wounded healer

 

 

Spirit Love 

Falling Stars

star after star
how beautiful
are the fallen ones

Spring and Summer…

spring against my back
the vibrations
of a hummingbird

 

 

scrolling my page
a little black bug
observes my words

 

 

spring afternoon
a greeting
from the yard cat

 

 

she says goodbye-
rose petals
in the dirt

 

 

house finch
the wind chimes
through the garden

 

 

too much wine-
dizzy from all the birdsong
this summer morning

 

 

bickering in flight..
a blur of emerald and ruby
around the feeder

 

 

his arms around me
the mountain ridges-
a light pink sunset

 

 

waning moon
the silence
of a sleepless night

 

 

never wanting
to change itself
desert rose

 

 

separate rooms-
a distance greater
then the moon

 

 

these days
the only happiness
at my bird feeder

 

 

shards of glass
how quickly I pull away
from his touch

 

 

my tears…
rose petals
against a pond

 

 

garden buddha
in its palms
fallen petals

 

 

spring morning my thoughts drifting bumblebee

 

 

worn out
faded patches
of sky
I sit hidden beneath
a blooming tree

 

 

tiny fountain
the stillness
of a fern

 

 

walking outside
a melody of wind chime
over and over
a deep longing to love
myself a little more

First Impressions

I was sitting in the back office on the fourth floor of the Mills Building in downtown San Francisco. I was new from Chicago and wore ripped blue jeans and hid under my white Addias hat. I was pleading to Shelly (one of the partners of the firm) to work for his traders only and not for the dreaded Barry, one of the worst people I ever had to work for. Shelly’s mood was as cold as the office air as he insisted that he couldn’t make that happen. As I continued to argue my points, one of the office doors quickly opened and in walks a tall man. He was caught off guard by our meeting, and abruptly stops in the middle of the room. His stature was solid and he had a large head with a strong jaw line. His blue eyes are what caught me; something very kind, and childlike, and deeply warm. The thoughts of marriage, sadness, and children surfaced up. An electric energy rushed through my limbs that we would have a girl together. He turned from me and exited out of the door ahead of him. I turned to Shelly and asked, “Who was that?” He replied, “Jeff, the general partner.” I stiffened my body preparing to return to our prior conversation, “Well he’s rude!”

A month later I gave my two weeks to Barry not knowing where I’d be working. On one of my last days I was in the office again and glanced to my left. There was Jeff staring up at an array of computer screens. I caught a glimpse of his blue eyes. There I took a chance and walked over to him. Surly he could point me in a new direction. “So what are you working on?” I asked curiously.

We’ve been together now for seventeen years and just celebrated our daughter’s six birthday.

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