Friday 30 January 2015

Night Smiles

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These eyes have seen the threat of death to a friend, and
I have heard the recent news of it’s time come to family.
The night is where I am, what I need.

These eyes have seen a season of the sun under the gun, and
I have heard more laughter, song, and “I love you”s.
The night is where I am, what I need.

These eyes hold tears damned with gratitude, happiness, and joy, and
I have heard yet that I should let them fall as they come.
The night is where I am, what I need.

These eyes are scared to see what they see, and
I have heard that to feel deep, we must feel it all.
The night is where I am, what I need.

These eyes can see the moon’s warm smile, and
I have heard that the tides are tied to life - they rise, they fall, they cleanse.
The night is where I am, what I need.

These eyes may flood, but we will not drown, will not be washed away.
I have heard it is okay to smile in the dark. It is good to smile, like the moon.
The night is where I am, what I need.
The night is where I am, what I need.















Wednesday 28 January 2015

Smart Bodies




I breathe,
I am alive.
Superheroes know their weaknesses...
Like the way we love anyways.

You gave me lakes and trees;
You gave me cardigans;
You made me hook a frog with reverence for the circle of life;
You gave me Dad’s cookies,
You gave me pistachios, stale mints, marbles, sticks, the sky;
You gave me a hell of an entrepreneurial spirit;
You gave me the breath I breathe -
right now I breathe...
I breathe...
I breathe...
I am alive -
you gave me life.

You gave me -
and you rest in -
Gray Haven.
Forever I will keep your name...
forever your name will reign. 

We breathe 
we are alive,
Superheroes know their weaknesses...
Like the way we love.

We breathe,
we are alive.
We change
and save the world,
just like you...
Because
of you.


















My favourite memories of Poppa consist of the moon shining above us on a calm Gunter lake, waiting for fish that may or may not come. We would sit on the water mostly in silence, with the exception of the moments when Poppa wasn't giving patient, simple responses to my girlish ramblings. I will always cherish those nights that taught me so much about life - learning with my Grandfather how to sit, how to do the work of waiting while also learning to accept it. Those nights helped cultivate my appreciation for the dark of night and see life there - lessons that have saved my life over and over again since. Those nights taught me to trust and just be in our natural, beautiful, awesome environment. They also taught me to calm my racing thoughts, and hear the small voice, like that of Poppas, lovingly easing my heart, and setting the example of how to be still, and know. Though we continue to need reminders of these lessons through the seasons of life, Poppa, thank you for the still, small voice. – Carolyn, when you were gone