Grieving a Place Left Behind

my mountain is still there

but not in my view~

how do I see?

first I grieve

 

my beach is still there

but not under my feet~

how do I walk?

first I grieve

 

attachment to the memories, spectacle, and mythology of place~

how do I re-root?

first I grieve

 

illogic abounds

and so does the melancholy

so I grieve

 

I still have much to do

so I must see

I must walk

I must re-root

I must forgive myself

I must heal

so now I grieve

 

I have a stewardship

to be

to refract the light of God

to speak to the animals so I may tell their story

to heal the earth

to make my music so I may dance to it

to expose my colors

and to create my assemblage of it all

by working in my grief

Connections

after the tide ebbs

traces from the tree of life~

connections remain

Home Landing

to land here

and to feel the love

permeating the air

creating contentment

in all who dwell here

all who visit here

 

to just be–and to just feel

praying to land