Restorative Rituals for
Meaningful Self Care
Somewhere between dreaming big
and living in small, ordinary moments,
I am lost without a compass.
There are fleeting thoughts of
huts suspended over water in Bora Bora
and jeweled palaces in Jaipur
and a horizon of tulips in Amsterdam.
There are visions of grand stages
and published poems
and changing lives in
profound and important ways.
And yet, there is now
which holds none of those things,
and perhaps real life will never
fill out those imaginary lines
with strokes of true color.
Now is the routine of
wake up and make breakfast
and make lunch and
race kids out the door
and drive to school and
blow hurried kisses and drive
to the same coffee shop where
the same guy who knows my name
and my everyday order
makes my iced mocha.
And work and patients
and picking up children
and activities and homework and
no clue what to make for dinner
and reading bedtime stories and
checked out runs on the treadmill
and scribbling in the margins of journals
and scattered sleepy meditation
and falling into bed before
doing it all again.
Which is more glorious?
Which is more real?
Perhaps this daily routine of regular life
is just as beautiful because it is true,
true in ways that I can touch and hold
while big dreams promise to wait.
And in the meanwhile,
I search for ordinary love
and glimpses of magic
in my coffee and words and
in four warm bodies within
the four walls of home.
Living and breathing in the sacred space
again and again and again
until another moment calls my name.
As I enter into my 41st year, I felt a sudden desire to return here to my blog and write. It has been awhile. I have shared poems and other words on social media, and a few here as well. But, it has been some time since I have sat down to reflect, write out
For you whose light has been dimmed in an already dark world— For you whose voice has been muted in a loud screaming world— For you who feels lost in a world full of mirrors— Breathe. When every warm body is out of reach, you have the power to hold your own heart with a
Holding hands in the dark, the wash of moonlight spilling onto the sheets. A kiss on my cheek and a hug that lingers long enough to feel the solid warmth of skin and bone. The breath of a sunset sky, and the heat of thunder and lightning pouring cleansing waters from above. A singular burgundy