You must let it find you

stillness under trees

Stand still.
Listen to the pulse of your heartbeat, even when it lives in the small of your back, your tired feet, your tight shoulders. Be still and listen.

Then move slowly, in place. Breathing into the space. The stillness. Feeling the movement and stillness become one. Letting it find you. Giving way to the powerful stirring stranger within that has a message for you.

What is your body trying to tell you? What is this reflection, in the sky, in the earth, in your loving friend’s eyes… what is that deep longing message yearning to have you hear?


We so often want to clean the slate, slough it off, start anew.

What if we sat in our forest, with the dirt, the broken branches and fallen leaves, and just listened?

You must let it find you.

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I wrote this piece during Wild Writing; a writing group/workshop I have been attending every Monday for the last few months. Every week Laurie reads us a poem, and we get a few lines to jump off from… and then we fast & furiously free-write. This one was inspired by a poem called “Lost” by David Wagoner.

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