I am super grateful for how fulfilling my life is starting to feel. Exactly 7 years ago was one of the most difficult days of my life. The energy erupting in my body was so huge it literally blew me out the door into a wild storm on a day we were without power. I felt the energy exploding in my body might literally take me out. I felt incapable of containing it and in a very real way that was true. Who I was had to give way to an expanded version of the “real” me. I had to transmute my greatest limitations, the ones I had allowed to hold me back all my life, the ones that kept me playing it safe, compromising, being willing to accept what did not really serve me. On this day 7 years ago my being was blown to smithereens and a new, more authentic me arose from the ashes. I wrote this poem about that experience, May we all have the courage to rediscover our authentic selfs. Interstingly enough there is a big storm as I am writing this.
Antestral Wailing
words turn guts to quicksand
Arctic flowing veins
no car key
hurtling down the driveway
shrieks fissure earth
howling yelps’ doppler
primitive grunts shatter eardrums
sounding depths
hunched over
arms
shield belly
careen down gravel road
fields rolling emptiness
wind smashed leaves batter chest
rain baptizes bared head
thunder unheard
stumbling
saturated clay
rough bark scrapes cheek
moss cuddles ear
body melts
trunk cradles
soil sky
arms
wrap
ancestral mourning
plaintive chorus branches
eons twisted agony
flowing sap carries
earth sky receives
crawling ant announces
arrival
river flowing veins
dissolving
flooded storm ditch
a symphony
frogs crock welcome
rain a benediction
each step an altar
beyond mystery
remembering the joy of being
