Hi beautiful creature,
It’s been a while since my last letter hasn’t it! I’ll rectify that soon.
Today, though, I just wanted to send you two small pieces of poetry that are part of a forthcoming poetry collection I’ve authored.
The first is just for today.
Happy Mother's Day Motherhood is a time of creation and art In it we find clarity, patience, and wisdom. When you birth a child, you birth not one new person But two: One is Them The other is You. It’s not new “priorities” It’s new vision, new energy. You see wieth your heart— Your eyes merely guide place. You are not the You that you were Before. Mothers create and nurture Build family and community Find solace in nature And joy in a moment, Where others see only Reality.
And the next one….
In Wholeness We Are Saved Curl your warm fingers Around my one, Show me the window and Sing a non-language song That only I understand. Raw, Unfiltered experience shining Through eyes unshuttered and free, Staring soulfully into me, Teaching me how to stay Present. I recover slowly, An addict led astray by Self, society and Well-intentioned, misled Others. If I take each seed-bearing Goddess by the hand To show her the window; If I sing her a hopeful Song in the non-language That only I know; Can I gift her This same orchid of the flame? How many inner children Could we save If they, too, recognised Their art? Confronting, The realities of birth Are not of Mind, Are Raw. Unearthing more than That occult gateway You return me to my heart, To the locus of all creation With every electrifying touch. In recovery, My artist makes her home In that same Soulful place. Mothers are makers, Divinity’s creators, Yet where so many fight A battle For selfdom and light There need only be Recognition: Completeness, Hidden inside that soft, small moment When you wrap your warm Little fingers Around my one And tug me to the window So I can see.
Until next time, may all your days sparkle.
PS. I’ll have some awesome things to tell you in my next missive, so stay tuned.