Brigid poem

 Holy well 

sacred flame

hold us close

release our pain

Fires burning within

that cleanse and transform

letting the angst and anger

fall away from us

free from the shackles of our past

free from self- limiting beliefs

May we soak in waters

of the sacred well

cleansing us free

from past challenges or harsh memories

May we wash our souls 

chanting praises

singing verses

until we find the moment

we become still

within which we get our fill

of the powerful flame

of the blessed waters

blessing the hearth

filling our spaces

knowing a deep healing that erases

any complications in the way

of our walk on Brigid's path

lights bursting from stone

darkness in which we are never alone. 

the key

When I hold up a mirror

you say the reflection is like water,

it ripples outward, onward, repetitive.

When I give you your own words back

You say they have been tampered with

and I retreat.

At this point I begin to look inward

why is it so hard to show others

what I have witnessed?

I can only count on myself 

as a keeper of all this knowledge

as a keeper of the sacred reflections of others

as a keeper of their whispered words, wounds and secrets

I am the vault that allows 

this all to exist in the space of love

in the space of healing

in the space of true compassion

in the space of purification

salt water and rosemary together 

tethering us to each other 

but at the same time 

finding complete freedom

but the moments that 

create the freedom

that hold it inside 

are surrounded by your choices

that make this freedom into another choice

the cage or the key

the path you have known or 

the path being offered to you.

it will be revealed that 

until you choose the new path being offered

you will just start over

like samsara. 

birth, life, death and rebirth

so, when the offer comes along

to wake up

you may decide if it is time

to do so.

everything in between

She was made of

hummingbirds

of sea turtles

of dragonflies and spirals

she was made of

impossible visions

and the splendor of the 

redwood forests

she was made of

lights 

and thunder showers, 

and of

the root systems,

the branches all the way at the top

and everything in between.

nobody had ever witnessed

any of this

up to this point,

but all this magic 

was beginning to show

she was beginning to glow

since nobody would believe her

she kept quiet about her contents 

and origins

she knew the struggle of 

hidden identities 

she had plenty of them

and she knew the names

she would be called if 

she was discovered,

so, she dug her feet into the damp soil

and stretched her hands up into the stars

whispering to the earth

the air

the fire

the water

and the rivers spoke back

and the fire crackled a response

and the air moved into the space with answers

and the earth held her like always, 

hearing and knowing and sensing with 

compassion

she felt her gratitude soaring

like an owl at night

her wingspan expanding

knowing she would be landing

with protection

guidance

and wisdom

renewal and total change

What if all the stories

in your mind about yourself

vanished

And you could rebuild 

from the ground floor

A whole new being

that you would know

deeply and fully

what if you could choose 

once more, who and how to be

And this time you keep your 

maturity

But still no old stories about self

And all this leads to a new

worldview

and you swim in the

incandescent

iridescent

impossible

waters of renewal and total change

Finding out step by step

moment by moment

how it is to have chosen

rather than falling into 

patterns and habits

that don't reflect you but 

still provide stories of you

what if the rain cleansed it all?

purified it all?

All made up

You are made up 

of a sacred fabric

That is made up of

light energy

of particles and waves

You are made up. 

You are created.

Angels witness

your evolution

Your exquisite transformations

Time cannot touch you

my love, it can only

bring you along

into phases

that at other times elude you

until you become ready

and willing to 

shed the skin

and begin.

Surrender

 In the darkest hour

we lean toward the light

In the darkest hour

We fold into fetal position

waiting for a reason to unfurl

When we finally do

we look around

For what has changed

What has remained

looking to the left

looking to the right

searching above

searching below

You are nowhere near

the last place you landed

what is left but

Surrender

what to do but 

Give in 

Give your body, mind, soul

to the fertile soil

to the glittering distant stars

Draw that star energy

into your self

Give yourself to the moon

to the Sun

to the planets of your choosing

They await your return

just as you have longed

for them.

Dissolve

obsessive thoughts dissolving

being flushed out by so much energy

coming through the crown chakra, 

spilling into all your systems

knowing it is time to release

your hold on the past

knowing it is time to let go of

the hold they have on you

clenching tightly until 

you break free

you loosen the chains and move away

you always had the choice to move away 

you notice that you developed those chains

and wrapped yourself in them

until freedom started calling you

in the birdsong from the tree branches

in the water rushing downstream

in the fire crackling and lighting up your way

in the earth, 

nourishing you with herbs and plants and more

in the breeze, blowing away cobwebs of illusion

you were meant to be seen and held and understood

from the inside out

not oppressed by forces you were 

too submissive to name properly

no Spirit worth worshiping or talking to

wants you to suffer like that

or would call you a sinner simply for existing as

a human. 

No Spirit worth recognizing would want you

to squeeze yourself into an identity that will never

fit you or hold all of you, 

It is time to take up space, to use your voice

to dissolve the suffering with the power 

of the sweet compassion emanating from 

nature and the beneficent beings that 

truly love you.