Stand free 

Stand free they say from their Ivory Tower. 

Speak louder, 

but not too loud. 

We will tell you what volume is acceptable. 

Do you speak Mexican? 

Your skirt is so short, you must want some attention? 

Words spoken from a plantation mansion, 

still echo in the current White House it seems. 

Ignorance and privilege wrapped in a navy blue business suit. 

Knowing what is best for people who are different from their bland white bread. 

And yet never tasting the flavors of chipotle, 

saffron 

and cumin. 

Just salt and pepper please, 

but really, 

just salt. 

Why are you raising your voice? 

Does my intelligence upset you? 

Will you educate, placate, dominate and subjucate until I’m too weary to stand? 

No. 

You won’t. 

Why? 

Because I am a woman, 

a mother, 

an ally 

and a friend. 

While you are golfing, I am reading. 

While your wine chills, we are organizing. 

While you are playing the stock market, 

we are  lifting up difference – 

because it is beautiful. 

So, no thank you for your patriarchal oppression, 

your judgement and your hate. 

Your cages no longer apply to me, 

because I am a woman. 

A loud, 

educated, 

cooking with all of the spices, 

mama, 

and I am standing free. 

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One in a Million 

I gaze up at the stars tonight, 

millions of sparkles welcome me. 

Their gleeful twinkles light up the sky.

It’s not often enough these days that I pause and glance heavenward. 

Full days are the normal, 

Vacation a word from another season. 

Tonight as I gaze up, I remember my grandmother. 

It’s like she tossed her pearls in the air and they stuck to the velvet up there. 

Thanks Grandma. 

Someday, my mom will join her in the sky. 

It will be sweet for them to be together again. 

My mom will be the diamond, 

the one that radiates from the inside, 

with the glow unparalleled. 

She is one in a million. 

Who are you?

Who are you?

Are you a Lion raging at life,

or a Mouse hiding from it?

Do you run like a Cheetah,

slide like a Snail,

or glide like a Manta ray?

Do you sing like songbird,

cuddle like a Koala,

or play like a baby Panda?

Do you think you are in charge of everything?

Or do you flow with what life brings you?

Life has a way of lifting us to great heights and bringing us to our knees.

The question in all of this is, who are you?

Do you ride these ups and downs with grace or struggle.

Today I choose the songbird, river otter and eagle to guide my way, with song, playfulness and ease.

Today, who are you?

 

Twilight 

This time of day, 

after the shoulds, the musts and the have to dos are done.

The kids are tucked.

The dishes are running and the laundry is drying. 

This time of day is for me. 

I open the bedroom window, 

to a chorus of frog song. 

I feel like a queen on her balcony saying goodnight to her adoring subjects. 

I turn on the bedside lamp, choose a book from the 23 in the pile, 

and flop down on my queen bed. 

I fluff and snuggle until all the pillows and blankets are just so, 

and then, 

I exhale. 

And read. And revel in today’s beauty. 

And give thanks for the blessing of today. 

I found time to miss you

I’ve been going like a freight train, 

for awhile. 

The last time we talked, 

you said you wanted more, different. 

And then the talking stopped.

I went my way, 

sad, but not super surprised. 

This is the first weekend I have had to myself, 

in 10 years. 

I found time to miss you.

You have brought so many gifts into my life.

I am grateful beyond words. 

I know it’s going to stick this time, 

and then, in the same breath I want to invite you over.

It’s a process I guess.

The rain comes down on this spring afternoon, 

I bet it’s sprinkling wherever you are too. 

Be well. Be better than that, be spectacular.

Because that’s who you are. 

Waiting for the season to change 

I can feel it coming, but it hasn’t arrived yet.

The clouds are bursting with raindrops,

nourishment for the baby vegetables just we planted. 

I have seen more rainbows in the last two weeks, than I have in a long while. 

Daffodils are trumpeting “spring is coming”. 

We wait in anticipation of the sun on our skin again. 

My favorite barista is dressed in all flowers. 

The party I will attend tomorrow is “bright colors only, no black or gray allowed!”

We are all beckoning the light and warmth to return.

It will come, in the right season. I know this to be true. 

Today, we welcome the raindrops and know that spring will come soon. 

Cloudburst

The clouds are creeping in today,

I’ve seen them in the distance but I wasn’t sure when they would arrive.

A mixture of rain and snow,

crisp and urgent it drops to the ground.

I feel attuned to the clouds today,

a release of feelings stuffed inside, 

is breaking free. 

My mom, the kindest heart I know, will not live forever. 

Perhaps it will be the cancer, or maybe something else someday down the road. 

At some point she will not be here. 

I don’t even know what that means. 

I know I will be okay, 

I know I have so much to be grateful for. 

And yet, sadness circles like the clouds. 

So I sit,

noticing and appreciating the rain.

it has a purpose,

to nourish and ground us,

to clean the air.

I’ve judged the clouds before,

and today, their purpose is more clear to me. 

When there is so much love,

there will be sadness too.

It’s part of this walk of life.

And that’s okay. 

Just as the earth needs the sun and rain for  balance, 

so do we need to honor love and sadness.

To be in the full experience of life, we must breathe in the hard stuff and the good.

As I sit, I am overcome with gratitude. 

To have walked with this this loving kindness angel, my mom, for so many years. 

As the sun breaks through, my quiet prayer is “Thank you God, thank you for my mom.”