Crisp lace curtains dance as the willow tree,
a breeze whose melody gently eases my senses.
Softened, my bare body lays in the comfort of your breath.
My nude soul you so very faintly awaken, as my mind wanders,
in and out, as each fold of my lace curtain yields,
as do I.
Written this evening, April 30, 2011
April 6, 2011- Today was a beautiful day for me. The stage was set – a dear friend of mine had put into action the building of sawhorses, sawing wood to lay quietly as it created the foundation for my “up off the ground” first garden! Yes, my FIRST garden! At age 58, I am embarrassed to admit it, but sadly enough, my life has been so “busy” that springtime never held a moment’s breath for me to even consider a garden. As I reflect on this day, I have to wonder how in all of these years, the planting of a garden was too time consuming in my Spring and Summers of my life. It’s interesting how the intimacy of just the planning stage reminded me of the planning stage of adopting my children. Really, as I think about it, ….the adoption….preparing for the meeting of my two, soon to be daughters….bringing them to their new home, their ages 6 and 4 1/2. The planning stage was complete after the many classes for the preparation of two beautiful children, biological sisters, needing the attention of the seedlings I had planted this afternoon, realizing the dependence for survival depended on the commitment of my heart, for my two little seedlings, Tonya and Tracy.
Truly, I had no thought as I was preparing the soil, staging where each plant should be placed so as to not hamper the other plants growth…giving equally to fill the needs of each seedling which had different requirements for growth, not unlike children. Another thought which occurs – planting by seed versus seedlings sprouting…my two beautiful daughters blessed me as little girls, attending preschool and first grade…not unlike the plants today…already on their way to growing into what God had planned for them, and my welcomed duty was to make sure they had the right balance of love, guidance, nourishment of body and soul…. always under a watchful eye…for the many stages of their life which would unfold….
A prayer was said that I could fulfill the needs of my little plants today…as I said the day my daughters-to-be were introduced to me and prayers which continue for them to always be watched over, as seedlings even in their adult years…I guess seedlings are the beginning of each new stage in life…all seasons.. Love to my daughters, always.
Once again, he calls to me
His voice sings in the night with whispers
I am rendered inebriated in soft waves of flutes
His rhythm is free
Crystal blue, piercing, yet soft and touchable
are his eyes
Through his heart, his eyes stare into my soul
He loves me — I will be responsive, always approachable
For my dreams are now my reality
Lisa, July 2009
WHERE DREAMS ARE MUDPIES
A little girl sits behind her home
Lost among honeysuckle
It’s early eve,
this haven she awaits,
to sit in quiet childhood dreams
~waves of scents, surreal~
The mud from a corn field
Sloshed between toes
She folds little rocks, pebbles
Into her masterpiece ~
Of which only she knows.
Save for pebbles in mudpies,