Living in Poetry

Clear and cool night, driving home

In the passenger seat

Rolling the window down

Feeling my heart beat

Face leaning out to the wind

Cold breeze blowing though my hair

Passing trees and streetlights

Picking a place to stare

The moon in the distance

Low on the horizon

Dark orange, waning gibbous

Cycles ending, another has begun

Thoughts of daytime, forest walks

Hands stretching to hold the sky

Falling leaves and crunching steps

Flowers that could make me cry

The simplest things bring so much joy

God only knows what the spirit needs

To remember love, or hear a bird sing

Joining hands and planting seeds

Deepening the well of wisdom

Seeking faith at the core

Life can be silence or it can be noise

Symphony for those who listen more

… it took me a few days to internalize the feelings and thoughts that went through me as I put my head out the car window that night. Temperatures are getting lower now as autumn takes over.

My husband was taking us home after we’d had dinner and watched a movie with his sister and her son. We spent that Sunday walking our dogs around the old forest at Overton Park and I’d soaked up so much greenery, looking at the tall Tulip Poplars while my husband picked and stuck flowers in my hair. It was such a beautiful day… listening to birds, the leaves rustling, our footsteps.

And my mind always drifts to think about the ancient past, wondering how old the trees are, what foods and medicines have been here for hundreds of years, and remembering all the times I’ve been in this forest.

Lots of activity lately – backyard foraging, more vineyard grape picking, this time Muscadines, visiting some horses, holding a little butterfly 🙂

Enjoying the weather.

That night was so clear, I wore my favorite sweater and moonstone necklace, went outside to look up at the few visible stars while we waited for dinner to cook – baked salmon with jasmine rice and grilled vegetables. It was delicious. The movie was interesting – War Room, about prayer and letting God fight our battles. I was moved and reminded of the fact that prayer has enhanced my life, that I need to pray more.

It’s such a personal and somewhat secretive thing for me… being spiritual and having faith, feeling God’s presence in nature, expressing my love for life, showing gratitude for this mysterious universe that creation belongs to, being in awe of all the blessings, all the lessons and ways I’ve been wrong. Noticing how prayer works, how much I needed to forgive.

I found my own way to be connected and inspired.

Everyone’s journey is different… but the path is always love.

While I held out my arm and leaned towards the open window, my eyes closed for a while, the fast wind hit my ears and blocked out any other sounds. It was a moment of total peace…

The air was so refreshing and the moon was hypnotizing, I wished the drive had lasted longer. Times like that are what make life so wonderful. It was a moment destined to be a poem.