Finding Peace

This week I have been climbing vertical stairs to find moments of ascended peace. It has been an exceptionally sunny week.

In the wayside, a Colt’s Foot brought colors of Spring, I didn’t pick it. I left it to bloom taller. I wore bright pink lipstick to make people smile. Where are they all going in the early morning hours? I am going towards tomorrow.

Glass clear Horizon with frosty breath. Skinny winter sun. Strawberries for breakfast. Blackbirds and little tigers in the woods. Ice breaking around orange mooring poles. Was it a seal tossing white water towards the shore? Or just a sound of what’s to come.

Angels are still asleep underground. I pick feathers to paint with. Brushes are too expensive. Stroke soft hair against my bare skin. The sky opens and my feet start to warm up.

I start walking home. See you again on the sunny road.

Farewell February

February has been a month of quiet reflection, transformative events and farewells. The newness of life has settled and a pattern has emerged.

Favorite spots have been picked and morning walks have turned into poetry.

Dreams are talking loudly while people are whispering. The world remains beautiful despite violent outbursts of tyrants and conspirators.

Birds swim towards temptation and the sea curls into itself and soon it will be spring again and white feathers will carry hope and push us gently over the edge into gold and summer.

Angelic Sunspot

This beautiful sun-angel appeared on my kitchen wall in the sunrise a morning a couple of days ago. It was only there for a few of seconds, but it made my day!

Poetry

Poetry is

the soul’s

theology.

I choose to love

I choose

to be

open,

to be

willing

to look for

ways

to love

you.

I choose

to forgive,

to understand,

to be generous of

your weaknesses.

I choose

to love

the way

you were,

the way

you are,

the way

you choose

to be

tomorrow.

Time

None of us

knows

how much

life

we have

to live.

Being

a picky

consumer

of time

is

essential.

Heal

it wasn’t

your fault.

But

the responsibility

to heal

still falls

on you.

Fireproof

Going through

hell,

you learn

that it’s your

tears

that make you

fireproof.

Dances with Light

“Dances with Light” is a small collection of poems about “The Isles of Shoals” written by American poet Kate Leigh. This is a delightful little collections of nature gems, verses celebrating the beauty and mystery of the group of small islands called “The Isles of Shoals” situated off the East coast of US on the border of Maine and New Hampshire.

It was just by coincidence I happened to stumble upon this beautiful book, but when I first opened it, I didn’t put it down until I had devoured the last poem. Kate Leigh’s poems carry a sense a nostalgia, romanticism and a fierce love of nature, in particular this group of islands where she spent must of her childhood, wrapped in a modern, simple, yet beautifully poetic language. Like in this little pearl called “ White Island Light”.

White Island Light

White Island Light
Steps from a velvet
Cloud, a dancer’s veil,
She sails
Within the fog’s embrace,
Her feet no longer touch
Blurred rocks.

I actually rarely like contemporary poetry, I often find it pretentious; presented in a way that only if you are a poetry connoisseur you will be able to decipher the lines and find meaning, or simplified to the banal; stripped of any romanticism or lyricism. This collection of poems is the opposite of that. The poems move me instantly, they are descriptive and instantly beautiful, and can even be read out loud to children as simple nature pieces, yet still having a much deeper meaning once you dive into them.

I highly recommend this little book, to nature lovers and to all those who have a special place in their heart where the feel at home and always long to go back to when they are away.

Thank you, Kate Leigh, for this gorgeous book!