Winter Sunlight

Hey, it’s okay
There’s sun in December
You can find a way out
Feel that life, that air
You can fly
Your heart has wings
They lift your feet
And you can float in the glimmering light
Cheerful sparkling magic all around
Wake up, feel it now
Reach for it
Ignore the shadows that trail behind
Pull away, follow the light
Follow the joy
Let yourself feel more than alright
It’s so bright
Why not believe in this wonderful sight

Listen to Your Heart

What does your heart sound like
Does she sound like moonlight?
Soft and cool, silent and peaceful?
Or does she sound like spring?
Warm and sweet, delicate and soft?
What does your heart sound like?
Is she telling you what to do?
Or is she shyly waiting in the corner?
Hands in her lap.
Does she speak in words or in thoughts?
Or does she speak in drifting waves that make you smile?
What does your heart sound like?

Keep listening.

Joy, Liberation and Transformation at the Tips of a Hairdresser’s Scissors

My haircut day was memorable. It seemed like my hairdresser was having a stressful day when I arrived. When I told her I wanted to cut off and donate over 10 inches she beamed, though she was cautious. I told her I trusted her judgment with the style but she warned me that it will be a big change and wanted me to be doubly sure that that’s what I wanted.

At that point I had been so bored with my hair and it was taking to much of my time with how tangled it got. Shorter hair seemed liberating and seemed like it would encourage me to exercise and dance more because I would’t have to spend so much time trying to put it up or manage before or after.

I affirmed with my hairdresser that it was what I wanted and she got so excited! She asked if she could take a before and after photo of me on her phone which I adamantly said yes to and that it was such a great idea. She told me how much my haircut made her day and that it was so great to end her day with such an amazing and dramatic transformation. It felt good to give her so much trust and freedom with my hair, though I was a little worried when she told me she wanted to give me bangs.

I hadn’t had bangs since elementary school and it was a long, painful and awkward process to grow them out. I didn’t want them to lay heavily on my for head and curl in random positions. I told her all my apprehensions about them and she said not to worry because she will cut them in a way that will make the cut look great as it grows out. She seemed so confident that the bangs won’t have those issues because she had specialized skill in cutting curly hair and she knew what she needed to do to create the specific vision she had for my hair.

I’m so glad I let her do it! It’s probably one of the best haircuts I ever had. Every week I get compliments for my hair and people even ask to touch it, which I find flattering and funny. My hair can now show the curl and volume it always had. Somehow it also looks darker and less frizzy too. I love that!

And the bangs are so fun! I like how they move and frame my face.

Afterward she sent me a collage of my before and after pictures and told me how happy this whole experience made her feel. I loved how a simple thing like a haircut could make so much happiness for both of us. I felt like a different person or perhaps a truer person. I felt that taking that curtain of weight off my head allowed more of my personality to come through and beam out to the world. Two months later I am still appreciating the impact of my new look. What a great decision! 😀

The Golden Trapeze

 
Movement humming
Cicadas in the trees
Peace swinging in the willows
Velvet rays beam

A golden trapeze
Singing across meadows
Reflections bending
Illusory shadows

Hoping for more to see
Waiting for novelty
Expecting something more
A transformation maybe
Just around the corner

Watching the trapeze
Its momentum and rhythm
Could you catch it
Light bends and shape
Could you escape
Without comfort and safety
The gold blanketing you
Keeping you near ground

Up high in the air
Swinging through the beams
Gazing down below
A slow-motion waterfall
Warm and bright
Cascading from your dreams

Release

Happiness in a vessel
Containing what makes you come alive
A delicate light you protect
But never letting it thrive
Always keeping it in doubt
Confused and deprived
Bumping your head in the dark
You wonder how to strive

Strength turned into an ellipsis
You see everyone’s colors bright and vivid
But your colors feel confused and dim
Bumbling instead of striving
Light obstructed by mistrust
Light waiting to be piloted
They think you’re a grayish purple
But you’re an ultraviolet!

You want to release yourself
With no quivering whispers
Or shivering meekness
A voice that’s full and rich
A voice that’s selfless

Imagine blossoming
With nothing hidden
No coverups, no shame
No fear, no friction
Simply sharing what’s given
Knowing who you are
And what you can do
Your greatness seen
And your colors shining through

Figment

We were walking back from the beach, the evening blue and moonlight submerging us as we followed the sidewalk to my front porch. No words, just thoughts, just senses. We walked for miles, exploring our inner worlds, our reflections. He still doesn’t know about my dreams. If he knew, it would change them. I want to keep them as long as I can. I can’t wake up now.

We approach my house. He hugged me a slow and disappointed goodbye. I walked toward my door but felt his hand on my shoulder.

“I want to know you. I don’t want to stop trying.”

I saw his eyes, serious and heavy. Without a sound he walked on, I looked back. I searched for my keys in my backpack but found the door was unlocked. I walked in…I woke up.

It was six a.m. The light in my room was as blue as it was in my dream. I lay there thinking about where I had been, wondering whether to go back or write it down. I didn’t want to see him anytime soon without finding a way to fill the space he suspected. I started writing.

Trust

Someone that listens
But does not speak.
Pulls you through
When you feel weak.
Lets the weight off
Your back.
Helps you, supports you
Comments that lift
And crack
The worries.
Feelings that shift.
Honestly caring.
Guidance, reassurance,
A breath of fresh air.
Stop the tears and fears.
I have someone
To depend on,
The fuel to move on.
Someone is there.
A life I can share and bare
No need to despair
Because I know someone who
Cares.
Words truly mean
What they mean.
They are what they seem.
Promise sealed with loyalty.
It is more than secrets,
More than whispers,
It’s freedom without any measures.
I am an open book
Only for an open mind.
Sometimes it may be hard to find
But somehow I’m being read
Stretching my spine
To someone who’s there
All the time.

Share This with Me

Tigers eating lemon flavored teardrops
The dream seeps and drips
The frozen stain in the back of your mind.

An orange scarf left behind,
floating in the wind, weaving between
the waves of dust and heaven.

Doing things you know you shouldn’t do
but you glide on your rocket anyway
You’re in on an adventurous secret,
shared only between me and you.

Once more we’ll bear the air,
trudging benignly through the
scenes and seasons with our
droopy rusting senses
hanging for dear life
as we dive in and out
of the fire of our
sacred mischief.