My Heart Speaks Here

One Realization, One Memory, One Story at a Time


April 02
I'll tell you about my journey while I'm telling myself, rereading and saying aha! yes! and that is what it was like! Words have magic feet. I like to see them dance. The rest is to be kept quiet because it is sacred. How I watch people and love them never wondering if we'll agree. I love them because they are. I believe in words but they aren't everything. I'll take harsh speech and good deeds over eloquence and little helpful action in the world. There's shades of gray through everything which is one of many reasons I pray, "Thy Will not mine be done," trying not to cross my fingers but keep my eyes and heart open.


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JUNE 7, 2012 10:32PM

a few words

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I like a sun that slips onto night like a cloak,
reminds one of nothing as it gathers momentum
covers a giant slice of sky with fresh brilliance,
light-bathed blue, a canvas of new day.

I close my eyes into remembering I have not created me, praying for guidance on matters threaded through days recent, weighty hours, waiting hours.

Driving from Dallas to Houston, I look for my voice.
Harry Potter keeps the boys company in back,
my husband and I shift easily from silence to banter
and back again to a quiet survey of the passing landscape,
slowly emptying a bag of chocolate chips.

This laughter we fall into, the original attraction
still weaving us closer together,
it saves me from a meditation of fear,
a compulsive rhythm of go-nowhere thoughts
I swear are the American tragedy for those of us
who have more than enough,
who needn't spend the day gathering basic needs
before falling into bed each night.

Prayer too, asks me to hand over anxiety, so I do, for a while, but my shoulders may not always relax.

I'm getting to know myself out here on the road.

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I like your "giant slice of sky."
Lovely poetry, heidibeth.
I felt as though I was on that drive with you ... an observer ... I could see the children watching Harry Potter ... I could hear you talking and laughing ... I could even hear the silence and your thoughts.

I feel honoured in a way to have been there ... with you and your family. A witness to something ordinary ... yet special.

Lovely, heidibeth.