Live Bigger

I expect struggle. I expect to fall in love and lose you to another. I hold back. I protect. Until now. How can I keep this tenderness back? How can I not share this meeting of the heart? How can I not trust?

The wind blows. The ravens nest is empty. And my bare feet find the rough grass and the words LIVE BIGGER. I am sitting by the creek, taking a day to catch up with myself.

I want an adventure. I want to take an absurdly impossible step, knowing that to leave is not just a path; it is in itself an arrival.

I have arrived at this place of knowing, not about who I am, but of what my heart knows of living. The wind blows new seeds across my path, reminding me to continue and begin again.

My hair is lifted off my neck and I remember last nights dream in the woods
with you and a rabbit and the ache to love. I am not alone.

I have friendship in every room of my house. No time for doubt or even speculation. I am done trying! I hear myself saying out loud “I hand it over. It needs to come from my heart!”

The clouds grow dark. I have waited too long to return.
I am wet. I am water moving downstream. I know rock, soil, and green grass. There is no turning back now. I have said yes. Yes, there is no going back.
I belong.

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Our Full Moon Ravens’ Nest

 

 

 

 

 

 


Our Full Moon Ravens’ Nest

and wet grass,
carrying my friend’s book
and my cup of green tea to
the creek, hoping

I have never been here before.

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