The cool, cloudy summer night inspired me to write this. Poetry has always been a source of healing and nourishment for me. I’ve been writing since I was a child—sometimes just a single sentence, other times many. At its heart, my writing is a practice of tuning in and listening for what my spirit longs to share.
Oh, if I could only crawl inside the inside of something, the presence of being. How I long to be nestled into presence—the essence like a candle on a cloudy night, with the cool breeze and the sounds of Mother Earth surrounding me.
There is such music here, and I cannot get in enough. This is my hunger, my desire to be fully enveloped in the juicy nectar of my soul.
Sometimes it feels utterly delightful to be enraptured by the beauty of the wind, the light of dark clouds, the smell of wet grass and candles. What is more holy than a candle, a bee, the eyes of a loved one, my dog’s furry face, or the excitement of a child enchanted by this world?
I love this being, this feeling of presence holding me. This is coming inside, crawling into the innermost part of myself. The wholeness, the inner space within, the sense of belonging—it is here, and it is complete. 💗
