By the Brook

 By the Brook

A springtime walk
looking to see if ephemerals
are showing their colors.
No flowers yet 
so there,
by the brook, 
I wander.
I remember 
the circle of stones
I made near the shore
where so often 
we frolicked as a family.
Heart rocks, 
his ashes,
a place where healing began.
Floods have washed through
over the years
and I’m unsure if I can
find the spot.
I look closely,
then see, feel, know
the familiarity of the place.
I revitalize the circle,
sigh and smile
at the missing and the memories.
 I walk away slowly
and there at my feet -
a heart rock.
I carry it to the circle
and add it in with a grin.
Walk away - heart rock - add to the circle,
at least four more times.
My grin widens to a chuckle,
as I think of the joy of his subtle wit
and the steadiness of the love we share.
There,
by the brook,
he reminds me 
once again.

Sarah Carlson
April 20, 2026

Deep Indigo

Deep Indigo

A beach walk
at low tide 
in early spring. 
Though the air is chilly
and winds do blow,
I don’t fight the urge
to be barefoot 
on sand and swash.
            An incoming tide
                        and rhythmic surf
                    stir my core
        in ways both 
                        lively and settling.
Later, I climb a rocky headland,
stand firm on layered granite,
sand and salt between my toes still.
I gaze back to where I have been,
behold splendor once again.
This time 
deep indigo waters
shimmer in sunlight.
In these moments there is no gloom,
nothing need crawl away.
I hesitate to leave
such a glorious scene.
Just then, something softly 
washes through me.
I hear myself declare
with gentle gusto -
This… is all within me,
I… am within all this!!
A clear, sparkling energy swirls
with mingling tides of
 child, mother, grandmother
deep in the 
wholesome, 
expressive
 nature
 of me.

Sarah Carlson
March 27, 2026

Just a Shadow

 Just a Shadow

Clouds shroud the peak
of the mountain.
Trees stand strong,
though covered with rime
from freezing drizzle
just a day ago.
A breathy wind stirs,
bits of blue peek through,
trees become aglow.
I lull,
breathe with the wind,
shift with the clouds,
scan the valley below.
A stark shadow
creeps just below a ridge line,
dismal against the white.
A deep, heavy dark
that seems to obscure
 such brilliant beauty.
But, it’s just a shadow.
 Dynamic clouds
disperse under the warmth
of everlasting Light.
The truth is in
 the splendor.
                The gloom 
                                crawls 
                                        slowly
                                                    away.

Sarah Carlson
March 24, 2026

Yet Again

 

Yet Again

There by the ocean I pause.
Sea birds glide gently,
dip their heads every so often
to scan for fish below.
A tree branch appears to 
cradle clouds that drift 
with barely perceptible flow.
Snow melts under the warmth 
of a mid-March sun.
This place is familiar
and so I reflect,
remember times
of ponder and wonder
as I walked, widened,
 sat by the shore
on rocks that
have their own
slow history
of change.
There’s a stale tension 
within me,
tendrils of my past
I thought had fully uncoiled.
Later,
I listen, feel, speak,
cry
in the company of others,
though long ago I was taught 
to be still. 
The space is full of
acceptance and Love,
no judgment or disdain.
There is no wrong here. 
I feel a slow shift,
a loosening in my chest,
a quivering awareness
 that the inflicted hush of my infancy
was stifling,
never should have been.
Grateful for 
earth, ocean, sky, sun,
 like-minded beings,
and the vibrance, capacity, truth 
of my very essence -
I reveal, reclaim, and reorient
yet again.

Sarah Carlson
March 16, 2026

As It Is

As It Is

How I love looking to the sky,
especially as a backdrop
to the intricacies of tree branches
in winter. 
Edges of daylight,
starry nights,
flowing cloudscapes.
Ever-changing visions to behold.
Along with looking up and out
I’ve discovered the power
of diving into the depths of me.
I felt a pull to ‘go there’
as a way to navigate grief. 
And, I’m so glad 
to have had the patience 
to do so.
I deepen my breath,
let my attention slide,
feel my body loosen.
I am fluid - 
free, pure,
full of vigor and peace.
Resilient treasures reveal.
A recent, surprising,
 welcome gift
is a sort of supple sadness
that gently honors
the truth of my travels
 and opens the way 
to the fullness of me.
No judgment, fear,
or need to hide.
Like moonbeams shining
through the dark of night,
or shadows and snow cover
mingling on a frozen lake,
it simply is as it is
and all is well
within.

Sarah Carlson
February 27, 2026

 

To Do So, Still

 To Do So, Still

How grounded it was
 from our very beginnings.
New layers emerged
as our babies arrived 
and we two
became four.
Such inspiring and challenging
years those were -
nurturing, marveling,
 processing together
as they grew
and we did, too.
On the day you died,
even before I knew,
I felt something rush to me,
over me, 
through me
as I turned into the 
hospital drive -
like an ocean wave
rolling onto a beach,
 saturating every grain of sand
and all the space between.
Somewhere within
I sensed it was you, 
your love.
I have felt it in the years since,
though heartache and doubt
sometimes interrupt the flow.
Now, though, 
I am learning 
to honor its continuity,
trust the truth of
 its tides,
allow it to reflect, refresh, 
and clear the way anew.
How fortunate we were
to experience such profound love
 with each other and our children.
How blessed I am to do so, still.
I can look up and out,
down and in,
anywhere at all.
And there it is…
the soft, reassuring glow 
of the infinite Love
we share.

Sarah Carlson
January 7, 2026

Evergreen, Everlasting...

As always, I remember Barry especially on New Year's Eve... with Love.

 Evergreen, Everlasting…

Memories,
though frozen in time,
are dynamic and everlasting. 
Always there to recollect,
with the potential 
to rouse a spectrum of feelings
that can empower, heal,
saturate with comfort anew.
Sometimes they may slumber
as challenges of life transpire.
And then,
one early winter morning,
you step out into an 
ice-covered world,
ruffled by a recent storm,
to simple beauty sparkling 
in evergreens
right before your eyes.
Your breath deepens
as the constancy of 
the light of Love 
and all its facets
reawakens.
Evergreen, 
everlasting…
you smile 
and remember.

Sarah Carlson
December 31, 2025

The Magic of Night

The Magic of Night

Moon glow
bathes my surrounds.
The soft light
calls me out 
into frosty air
and stillness.
I notice tracks 
and a place where deer
took a rest 
in my backyard.
I’m happy they 
find comfort here.
How mystical are aspects
of this world we share
that happen during times
of human slumber.
Stars, 
though muted,
slip into
my awareness.
Full moon slides
toward the western horizon.
I breathe in wonder
as tree shadows stretch
and mingle
within the softness 
of it all.
Light, dark,
shades of gray,
slow motion
within the quiet.
How grateful I am
for the magic 
of night,
richness
of the dark,
bounty of 
simple presence.

    Sarah Carlson
December 5, 2025 

    

Simply There

 Simply There
 

November sun
     shines warmly
        as it slides 
                    toward 
                                            the piney horizon.
Wild, misty surf roars
        onto the beach,
                                swashes 
                        around 
                        our bare feet
            as we walk 
        in settled wonder.
Breath deepens,
                    wonder widens,
    delight suffuses.
Wispy clouds
stir us to soften 
ever more 
into our wise,
 wonderful bodies.
Footprints on the beach,
ours and others, 
mingle and merge.
Though wind and waves
will wash them away,
these sensations of
                            awareness,
                              gratitude,
                        connection,
                                  hope
             nestle comfortably within.
Simply there…
to notice, honor, 
empower.

Sarah Carlson
November 9, 2025

Elemental

Elemental

It seems so simple.
Perhaps it always has been,
though murk obscured 
for a time.
To describe it is 
 beyond and basic,
elusive and primary.
A soft strength,
free flow, 
glowing power,
 breezy breath.
A tender rhythm that

                                                             undulates inward,

                        ripples outward,
buoys and balances
 one’s soul.
It is in us.
and of us.
It grounds us,
carries us,
powers us,
inspires us.
It’s free.
It’s freedom.
It’s elemental.
It’s…
                     Love.

Sarah Carlson
September 27, 2025

Reverence

 Reverence

I cuddle my granddaughter
by the shores 
of a North Woods lake
as gentle breezes blow.
She snuggles and sighs,
slips into sleep
after a busy morning 
of family and play and…
a bite from a hornet.
How deeply she cries,
how lovingly she is held,
how much she needs this rest.
Her soft breath
and full relaxation
stir my soul 
in a most delightful way.
I lay her down 
and a word slips 
into my mind -
reverence.
A free-flowing aspect
of my mothering, my teaching,
 my grandmothering.
Slowly,
the way the sun might rise
through layers of haze, 
I feel a glow 
of appreciation 

spread throughout my being.
It seems so simple, 
but, oh, how complex
to arrive here, 
deeply in me,
the same reverence
so freely given,
now tenderly nurtures
within.

Sarah Carlson
August 17, 2025

My Own Beginning

My Own Beginning

How beautiful it has been
to have babies in my life,
to share the immersive joy 
of having a son and a daughter
 with their wonderful dad.
And now to hold and cherish
 a grandson and a granddaughter,
be a part of their beginnings
and their expansion.
Sensations of love across generations
that rouse something timeless and true,
lead me back in wonder at the
beauty and vibrancy
 of my own birth. 
Such softness and pleasure
in recognizing that truth.
Like listening to summer rain
as thunder rumbles
in a place far away
or floating in the ocean
surrounded by 
shifting, lifting fog.
 I feel safe 
in the flow
 and wholeness of me,
recognize its presence
from my own beginning
and all along the way.

Sarah Carlson
July 22, 2025

Beings Intertwine

 Today is my 46th wedding anniversary, though Barry and I met 50 years ago. I remain grateful...

Beings Intertwine

Little one cries deep tears.
There are no words
so she is tenderly held
in loving arms.
After some time she settles,
sighs those big sighs
we all feel after a big cry.
I breathe deeply,
all the way down to my toes,
soothing my nervous system.
I feel hers settle, too. 
I close my eyes,
feel my breath in tandem 
with hers.
She is so tiny and vast,
open and true,
pure and vibrant.
A few mornings later
I step outside 
to feel the morning air
and listen to birdsong
as I awaken.
I notice a bee buzzing 
in some flowers,
take a closer look,
and smile.
There, right there,
is the truth.
Like beads of water
on emerging blossoms,
emotions surface,
newness unfurls,
and beings intertwine.
Thank you, bee.
How grateful I am
that this is so.

In loving memory of  Barry
with so much love,
Sarah Carlson
June  30, 2025

 

Dear Little One,

Photo by Emma Carlson

Dear Little One,

As I breathe and soften,
settle into Health,
images of you 
visit in a sort of 
visceral slideshow.
I see you, feel you,
honor your wellness 
and your wounds.
Sweet child,
you should have been 
surrounded
by love and support when 
confusion occurred,
hurt happened,
fear surfaced.
The energy of your 
strength and grace,
there then and here now,
sparkle with triumph and truth.
I’ve got you now,
Dear Little One.
While l feel
the thoughtful shyness
 we share
as I write this,
 I know for sure that
your light,
 our light,
is pure 
            and brilliant    
                 and true.
Let’s relax…
 revel in the sea of Love,
 savor the comfort 
of this beautiful light
as it shines.

Sarah Carlson
June 12, 2025

You Are

 

 You Are

I sense a presence,
my eye drawn to the pines
that mark the edge 
of our woods.
And there you are,
sitting silent
        steady,
    serene.
The strength of being widens,
welcomes my awareness,
as you fly free
above.

Sarah Carlson
June 3, 2025

Everywhere All At Once

 Everywhere All At Once

I lay still,
though there is motion.
Golden yellows,
soft blue-greens, hints of purple,
and rich, deep blues swirl.
A bright white bursts forth,
widens in all directions
with beauty, purity, and power.
I see, within the eyes of my soul,
the brightness of me.
I feel bountiful and free,
soft and fluid,
robust and right.
This brightness is both in me
and beyond my bounds.
Everywhere all at once.
I’m able to embrace it
as it embraces me.
Its benevolent support
allows me to feel
whatever needs to be felt
with wild abandon,
absent of guilt or fear.
The sweet, tender child within
can stretch and smile,
relax and repose,
speak and spark.

Later, as I reflect
by a quiet lake,
though the light
doesn’t seem as intense,
I know it is there - always,
especially amongst the grays.
I feel soft peace,
        gentle flow,
        freedom
    and Love… still.

Sarah Carlson
May 18, 2025

Cherish

 Cherish

By honoring
having been forsaken,
times of unease
become opportunities
for reflection and growth.
A foundational trust in oneself,
and in the Divine,
burgeons without restraint
as instilled doubts dissolve.

As this integrates,
I think back to Otto,
just days after becoming a big brother
to Mabel.
A visit to the beach
on a clear, cold January day.
Accompanied by gentle waves,
quiet currents,
heart rocks revealed
this pensive, warm-hearted boy
strides into brotherhood
with gusto.
No doubts or concerns,
just joy.
The light of Love
shines, reflects, shimmers
as he adores her
right from the start.
And now,
as Mabel stretches,
discovers,
 flows in the fullness of life,
I feel all of that in me.

The antidote to having been forsaken
is to both cherish … and be cherished.
What a welcome shift
in the tide.

Sarah Carlson
May 1, 2025

To Be Seen

Photo by Emma Carlson

 To Be Seen

I see you, little one,
the wholeness
 of the universe
 within.
Earthly energy,
ocean rhythms,
flowing waters,
 stars by the millions -
actually within us all.
I see you seeing me,
a sparkling connection of
crystal clear love
from one to another
and right back around.
Once again I am honored,
and so very grateful,
to be seen
through eyes that twinkle
with intrinsic delight,
natural wisdom,
and boundless love.

April 23, 2025

Lifted

Lifted

Fog over the mountain
softens springtime snow,
obscures the valley below.
She heads down
a familiar trail,
makes her way
through the gloom.
Just a few turns later
she drops below the murk,
stops,
  smiles at the sights
and sensations.
So many memories
and miles skied,
so much history here -
from the very beginning
and still in the making.
Nearby trees
and distant mountains
start to glisten
as the sun creates openings
through
 the cloudy cloak.
Light seems to raise
that which weighs heavy
and she feels this also
within.
Lifted,
                onward
she
                goes.

Sarah Carlson
April 14, 2025

 

The Promise

 The Promise

                   Briny essence,
                   soft sand,
                   pulse of the waves,
               be they gentle or strong.
The simplicity of a spring walk
on a quiet beach
settles my being just a bit.
How challenging it can be to hold
truth, healing,
self compassion,
and empathy for others
while navigating dysfunction,
distortion, and disbelief.
I’m tired.
So I stop,
look to the horizon,
watch sun sparkles dance,
listen to the soothing sound
of waves that ooze
onto the beach,
and then recede ever so slowly.
I breathe deep into my body,
feel the promise
of the good that is,
of what can shift,
of the power of hope.
I don’t know what else to do
but take it all in
and believe.
 

Sarah Carlson
March 31, 2025

For the First Time

 For the First Time

A billowing shape -
dark grays and black surge
around the edges,
deep reds and maroons swirl within.
No need to ask what it is.
I know.
It’s anger.
And, it’s beautiful.
For the first time
 I can be with it… freely.
No fear or sense of wrongness.
Just acknowledgment.
Days later opportunity presents
and emotions burst forth
from my fathoms.
For the first time
I cry and wail and purge
the immensity of loss,
sorrow, and injustice.
What an awakening,
what freedom,
what power!
And later, I am guided
to a place of stillness and light
where my perceptions clear,
my soul settles,
 equilibrium is present.
For the first time I feel mothered
in the same way I, myself, mother.
I am cherished just as I am.
I breathe freely,
no smothering allowed.
Like a soft blanket
the Light of Maternal Love
spreads over me,
weaves through me,
and for the first time
I rest openly in the embrace of
this wondrous, restorative love.
 
 

Sarah Carlson
February 28, 2025

Wordless

 Wordless

Tiny Mabel snuggles in my arms,
breathes sweet baby breaths,
seems to meld into my chest.
I lean back,
close my eyes,
immerse in the gentle flow of
generational Love.
It billows slowly within me -
warm and wispy,
 light and lofty,
beautiful and boundless.
I am calmed as I calm,
held as I hold,
nurtured as I nurture.
In beginning to know her
I access parts of me
 anew.
The tender, pristine energy
of a one month old -
 soft, wordless reminder
  of how delightful it is
to love
and be loved.

Sarah Carlson
February 14, 2025

Dear Love

Photo by Emma Carlson

Dear Love

What a delight
to hold you close.
Just days old,
your gentle strength
sparkles clearly with love.
Your namesake,
my Nanny,
 held me
with the same caring arms
and softness of heart
as I held your mama
and your uncle,
hold your brother,
and now you.
What continuity,
what dear love,
we all share.
Mabel Elska,
Dear Love.
Welcome.

Love, Oma
January 11, 2025

 

Forever Interwoven

 Forever Interwoven

I step out into the coming New Year
and look to the sky.
My eyes adjust,
 Orion and the Big Dipper appear
in the vastness.
A shooting star streaks across the sky
and I smile,
 perceive the energy of you -
subdued, soothing, celestial.
A soft, quiet sparkle of Love.
I acknowledge
 the purity of my presence,
the brightness of my light,
the truth of me -
and us.
Here I am,
there you are.
Here you are,
there I am.
Forever interwoven,
the warmth and softness
of sharing life with you
remains with me,
comforts me,
gives me peace
as I release
and am released.

Sarah Carlson
January 3, 2025

Layers and Layers of Love

 Layers and Layers of Love

Trees covered with snow and rime,
though rigid,
have a downy softness
and speak of movement.
Low clouds in the valley
swirl slowly, expand,
and gently rise.
My attention widens,
 breath quickens
at the velvety striations
that stretch before me.
I breathe more slowly and deeply,
seemingly merge
with the substance, the essence
of what I see.
And then there’s Light,
right there in the layers,
right there in me.
My flow, my substance,
my essence,
my layers and layers
of Love.
I smile,
point my skis
down the trail,
and fly.

Sarah Carlson
December 11, 2024

Tenacity

 It's been a bit hard to write lately. I saw this along the road on a recent bike ride and stopped to observe it for a while.These words sort of surprised me as they emerged. I haven't written a rhyming poem in a while, but somehow this is what needed to come. 

Tenacity

Light, shadows,
structures made to climb.
Seedling, sapling,
trunk that intertwines.
Growth, decay
existing in a place.
One supports the other,
no need to erase.
If one stops to notice
there is a budding trust
in the tenacity of nature
that does include us.

Sarah Carlson
November 25, 2024

Wednesday, Nov. 6, 5:31 AM

 Wednesday, Nov. 6, 5:31 AM

I hear the news,
allow my emotions,
know I need to be outside.
I sit in my yard,
slip off my shoes,
feel the cool, dewy grass
beneath my feet.
All is calm and still
as the sky slowly lightens,
low clouds carry a soft hue.
I breathe
through it all
right down to my toes.
My breath  condenses
in the chilly air
as cardinals and juncos,
chickadees and nuthatches
begin to chatter.
The branches of a favorite tree
weave intricate patterns
in the morning sky,
their complexities somehow comforting
I anchor to hope and resilience and love,
knowing these have served me well
in confusing, conflicting times
along the way.
Sun is rising,
birds are singing,
my breath is steady and true.
In so many ways all is not well,
and in other ways
it genuinely is.
How fortunate we are that
diverse truths can coexist

        With love,
Sarah Carlson

That Which is So Free

 That Which is So Free

Things circle ‘round,
shift along the way,
provide opportunity to
see and feel anew.
I used to think that I
get in the way of my own healing,
even as I recognize that hope
has been ever present in my being.
The intermingling of self-doubt and resilience
has actually been a source
 of helpful confusion.
Like cairns that lead the way
 through clouds and congestion
to openness and new vistas.
Now I recognize
that it’s the effects of the smothering
from way back
that have been tripping me up.
As they wither and dissipate,
  breath, light,
truth, and love
widen so very freely -
simply there to enjoy, embrace,
and share.
From Aurora filling the sky with pulsating hues,
to joy-filled warmth of a cherished child,
to subtle softness of
a heart-shaped lichen on a mountain trail,
so do the truth of being,
the sparkle of love,
 the breath of life
undulate within and without - always.
Even as I write this, I feel my breath
 reach softly into my heart,
befriend my emotions,
and gently ground me
as I wait for words
that might capture
that which is fluent and free.

Sarah Carlson
November 3, 2024

The Truth and Beauty of the Moment

 The Truth and Beauty of the Moment

I step outside,
look to the north,
and wait.
My eyes adjust,
a pinkish light begins to appear
as evening clouds disperse.
Just a hint at first,
then more
    and more
        and more -
here and there
and everywhere.
It brightens and shimmers,
fills the sky
 and me
with wonder.
At first the wonder is -
could this be true?
Then quickly shifts to awe,
with an understanding that
sometimes there is no need to know
why or how or if.
I could rest easy
in the truth and beauty
of the moment -
just me and the breeze
and the silhouettes of trees
under a mystical canopy
 of Aurora.

Sarah Carlson
October 10, 2024

Soothing Lull

Soothing Lull

Sun slips behind evergreens
under a soft tapestry of layered clouds.
Kayaks slide quietly across a ripply lake
as blue herons soar, loons call,
crickets harmonize.
We suspend our strokes,
 gaze to the east,
await the moonrise
that is sure to come.
A hint, a peek, a growing glow -
cradled by gentle hills
the harvest moon climbs slowly
into a darkening sky.
We watch,
                 drift,
                                sit with what is,
grateful for this soothing lull
and the awareness
of widening reflection.

Sarah Carlson
October 1, 2024