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Thankful

From last Thanksgiving, but I’m thankful still.

Cytherean Dreams

On this day,
I’m thankful for my children
growing faster now
too fast, and
I want to stop time
with them small
but I’m so proud
of the strong, gracious,
inquisitive and empathetic
young women
they’re becoming.

On this day,
I’m thankful for my parents
all four of them
who’ve guided me
and tried their best
to impart their wisdom and love
even as they struggle
through through their own
challenges and triumphs.

On this day,
I’m thankful for the women
who support me and listen
and navigate through the world
on their own paths
but always happy to travel
with me and cheer me on.

On this day,
I’m thankful for the men
who’ve loved me and held me
given me the secure knowledge
of my worth and
the warmth of knowing
they will be there,
if I fall.

On this day,
I’m thankful most of all
for my…

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Calendar

It’s there for anyone
to see, but I think
I’m the only person
who sees this year’s calendar
quite like this.
My day, when I was born,
this time is the birth
of the trees, too,
and a rebirth
for me, standing and reading
from our sacred scroll
for the first time with
my own ivory wrap,
and my family and home hosting
a celebration of women,
continuing into the night
with those who have helped me
throughout this lifetime.
Your day, when you were born,
this time is the day
when long ago, it was
a time of choosing, of committing
to love and taking on
the role of husband
with revelry lasting
through the night, on the sand
by firelight, ocean roaring.
And it’s my anniversary, too,
this time around,
three years since I returned
because you called me there,
finding myself in the words
heard once again, after
centuries of forgetting.
Two years since you wondered aloud
on that same day
how to know who truly cares
and who to trust
and I was there to hear it.
Breathtaking symmetry,
coinciding so coincidentally
again.

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Comfort

My father took
my mother into the tent
and found comfort in
her arms and embrace,
found himself there
a man he
couldn’t bear to be
seeing her vision for
how he should be
and knowing he
couldn’t live up
to that man, left.
Found another with
fewer expectations
and no community
to build beyond family.
I know that’s not
your vision. You see
a future you dream
of building, but
can’t see how a woman
can comfort you enough
to give you strength
and help you build it.
It is not weakness
to need her.
Bringing her
to your family tent
is how our people have
always healed
and grown into men.

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Good Karma

She walked quickly down
the street
followed by a
screaming man
obscenities thrown
at her, insane miming
about what he would do
to her,
if he could,
and she trembled, turned back
and ended up
next to me.
Not on purpose.
I was part of the scenery
to her. She thought
she was alone
in the daylight
on a busy street
with no one caring
about her plight.
But I moved forward
stood with her
and spoke and kept
her safe, and a
gentleman tried to come
to our rescue, but
we didn’t need it then.
We thanked him, and left
and I drove her
the short distance
to her friends and safety
and she smiled as she left me
and said this was
good karma, to start
this year.
I shrugged
and smiled
because I don’t care
if this
comes back to me
or not.
I’m just tickled
giggly with life
that I was in
the right place
at the right time
to help her
on her way.

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Revelations

The day I met you
was a golden day
of revelations.
Just a week earlier
I had visited the man
I thought should be my love
had dinner with him,
his wife, his son,
and was amazed at how
I could love him
and not resent him
could be and was
happy and content
to see him living his other life.
How could that be,
if I wanted him to be mine?

It was that morning
that I realized
I didn’t. I didn’t
want him to be any more
than good friend
and company on my journey
that he had been right
all along, and this love
did exist, as very good friends.
And that was all I
really wanted,
despite the story
that we should be together.
I thanked God
that morning
for being just friends.

And then in the golden
light of the afternoon
I met you.
And shone so brightly
myself
that everyone could see it.
Could see the change.
My children teased me
my friends asked for details
my mother, seeing into my heart
before I did
cautiously warned me
that a life with you
would be too open
and difficult
and why did I have
to pick this one
so far from where my
life had been before?

You never knew me,
before my revelations.
That glow was for you
because of you
and I was ready
that day.
But you weren’t.
And the story began.

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Thankful

On this day,
I’m thankful for my children
growing faster now
too fast, and
I want to stop time
with them small
but I’m so proud
of the strong, gracious,
inquisitive and empathetic
young women
they’re becoming.

On this day,
I’m thankful for my parents
all four of them
who’ve guided me
and tried their best
to impart their wisdom and love
even as they struggle
through through their own
challenges and triumphs.

On this day,
I’m thankful for the women
who support me and listen
and navigate through the world
on their own paths
but always happy to travel
with me and cheer me on.

On this day,
I’m thankful for the men
who’ve loved me and held me
given me the secure knowledge
of my worth and
the warmth of knowing
they will be there,
if I fall.

On this day,
I’m thankful most of all
for my life and my place
and the eternal loving presence
that nurtures me, not always kindly,
and gives me the opportunities
to do good in the world
just by being me.

This is a new day.
And thank God for that, too.

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Shackled

Why did they bind her?
Wasn’t it enough
to pull her away from the Wall
to gag her singing voice
to push her to the floor
to strip away her clothing
but they had to shackle
her legs
and impose an order
that she couldn’t go home
couldn’t be who she is
for a month, too?
Why the shackles,
the extra restraints?
Because without them
she would run back
despite their bullying
she would lead
the women in song
once again
and they would have to see
once again
how weak they are
not being able to stand
to bear the ecstasy
the glory of
half of God’s creation.
But God calls her back
to sing
and Loves to hear
her voice.