It's Another New Year, Dear Barry

After the Storm - Early Morning of December 30, 2016

I found myself missing Barry quite profoundly this morning as I worked on snow removal after a wonderful storm that dumped over 20 inches of snow overnight. I took a break and wrote this, which really did make me feel better.

It’s Another New Year,
Dear Barry

The year is winding down,
with a fresh one in the wings,
and I deeply miss you.
This holiday is the one that,
for me,
is a container for grief.
I think it’s the memories of
all those New Year’s Eves
we spent together.
No matter where we were
or what we were doing,
your arm was always
around my shoulders
and you gave me a gentle
peck on the cheek
right at midnight.
I cherish memories such as those.
They buoy and sustain me,
but they also make me sad
as one year moves into the next.
An interesting mix
of happiness and sorrow
that can be perplexing
and wonderful at the
very same time.
This is the fifteenth time that
I’ve forged into a new year
on my own,
without that soft-hearted kiss.
I’m content and grateful,
healing and strong.
 I simply miss
the tender, good-natured ways
you expressed love.
It’s another new year,
dear Barry.
I just miss you.

Love, Sarah

December 30, 2016

This Divine Place

 

 

 

 

This Divine Place

Free… flowing, free… feeling, free…being,
freedom.
I’ve crossed a threshold,
walked through a door
that I didn't know existed.
It wasn’t locked, but it does have a key -
the permeation of omniscient love
deeper and deeper into my core.
Unconditional love,
experienced unconditionally.
My footsteps echo as I step into, and away.
I gaze around this new room
with an understanding that it
may take time for my eyes,
my body, my spirit to adjust.
But just the stepping in
opens the way to a more clear image
of the majesty of the castle, whole.
Stale fears make an attempt to visit,
but they really don’t have a place here.
I straighten my spine,
fill my lungs and
walk farther in.
I feel flooded with warmth,
healing, and relief.
There are other things happening
within this place
that are beyond my words,
but I know they are good
and right.
I see a comfy chair with a soft pillow
and, for now,
I think I’ll take a seat
and simply enjoy the peace,
the space,
 the freedom in
this divine place.

Sarah Carlson
December 12, 2016

Just Stop

November Skyline at Popham Beach, Maine

In my classroom every so often I stop in the middle of teaching. It's a deeply effective way of changing the tide of a lesson if there is negativity of any kind in the room. After I stop I always ask my students, "Why do you think I stopped?" At the beginning of the year I often hear, "Everyone was being loud," or something to that effect. I then ask, "Everyone?" After some time they get that I'm not judging or condemning anyone in the class or the class as a whole. I am simply pausing as a way to help each student become aware of choices and behaviors, and how they affect our learning community as a whole. Over time, though not always perfect, the atmosphere of the classroom becomes one of caring acceptance and students learn to work together to help one another with whatever challenges might arise.
Just stopping works in many ways for varied situations. That was on my mind today as I continued to ponder what is going on in our society right now. And this is what came:

Just Stop

So much unease, discontent,
wonder and worry
coursing through our world.
One can easily be swallowed
by powerfully negative currents.
Strongly they pull,
pit us against one another,
make us judge and condemn -
if we succumb.
The future, as always, is uncertain.
It has become even more important to
just stop.
Look to the horizon to watch
 multi-hued clouds
as they billow and blow,
to admire the dazzling colors of our
steady star as it rises and sets,
to behold the magic of the moon as it
travels our ever present sky.
Listen to the sound
of ocean waves as they
softly break upon our solid shores,
to changing winds
as they make
naked trees dance,
to busy birds singing
their individual songs.
Pause to feel
grateful for the good things
in life,
to consider the thoughts
and feelings of those
with whom time is shared,
to simply be.
Be open to any opportunity
to soak in the positive currents
of the natural world,
of empathy and compassion,
of love shared.
Every so often
just stop -
look, listen, feel,
reset, be.

Sarah Carlson

November 13, 2016

More Clearly Now

Montsweag Bay, Maine

More Clearly Now

I can ‘see’ so much
more clearly now,
even through my tears.
Or, more accurately,
because of them.
My body,
both an island
with distinct boundaries
and an energetic entity
 connected to all,
has forged the way
on this enlightening quest
 to reveal truths in which
I can safely believe.
I am both awestruck
and humbled as
diverse treasures 

are continually unearthed.
My inquiring mind still wonders
and worries a bit,
but when I gently relax into

my healing heart and
allow myself to linger,
exquisite multi-faceted
clarity unfolds.
And sometimes I don’t
really even need to know,
simply to trust 

in the spirit and
beauty of love.
I live in this world
more clearly now
as a settled,

 fluid

me.

Sarah Carlson

November, 6, 2016

The Pull of the Moon

From Mosher Hill in Farmington, Maine - October 15, 2016

I have long had a great fondness for the night sky. I have some wonderful memories of stargazing with my father and enjoy organizing full moon outings in the winter. Last night I went in search of a place to see the Hunter's Supermoon. My original idea was to go for a mountain bike ride that would include a stop on a hill that overlooks the town of Farmington to the east. However, a sighting of a bobcat along the trail accompanied by a sense of general unease led me to head to a different hilltop in my car. And here is the rest of the story:

The Pull of the Moon

I sit alone atop
a gentle hill waiting,
believing that I’m looking
in the right direction.
My body aquiver with
the chill of the evening
and the excitement
of getting away,
I take some breaths -
deeper than
I’ve ever taken before.
I feel full
of me.
I settle some and
wonder when it will come.
Just then a sliver of
the pinkish orb
slides above the
multi-hued horizon
exactly where I’m looking.
I gasp a little
and then smile a
smile that I can feel
all through my body.
Slowly,
yet quickly,
the moon
 continues its ascent
into the twilight sky.
I feel deeply grateful that
the pull of the moon
led me to be
right there,
right then,

exactly as I am.

Sarah Carlson

October 16, 2016

Rooted and Gentle Sadness

On the shore of Mooselookmeguntic Lake, Maine - looking out toward Student's Island (one of our most favorite places)

Long weekend are sometimes ... well, long. This in no way negates yesterday's poem. It's just part of the whole truth, I guess.

Rooted and Gentle Sadness

Here I am,
all these years since you died on
that heart wrenching spring day,
and I miss you.
Though the ache is less potent,
I have a rooted and gentle sadness.
I’m so grateful that our lives came together
by the shores of Saddleback Lake,
that you had the patience to wait
for me to understand how
to accept your unconditional love.
I wish you could be standing with me,
hand in hand,
to witness our beautiful children
further widen into their lives
with passions to follow
and loves of their own.
 Sometimes I wonder if you
would know me now,
would love this rather different me.
And then I smile with the knowledge
that you knew all of me the whole time.
I do believe in the sensations of your presence,
in the radiance of change,
and in all the other understandings I’ve gleaned
through years of exploring
within and without.
But sometimes I just want your arms around me,
to feel the physical connection of your love,
to be together in the here and now.
This rooted and gentle sadness
is not wrong for me to feel.
I haven’t failed at grieving.
It’s just part of my shadows

 and, in truth,
enhances my light.

Sarah Carlson

October 10, 2016

The Radiance of Change

Reflections from an October swim - Clearwater Lake, Maine

I was going to share some of the story as to how this piece emerged, but I decided to just let it speak on its own.
It's been quite a week of letting go, letting out, letting be. Enjoy.

The Radiance of Change

As the currents of my being
become more fully free,
 often I have prolonged
 moments of dropping into
my own validity.
Time and time again
congestion caused by
bygone perplexities unwinds
and allows for novelty
and liberation.
Rooted in rightness,
this involves a purposeful
willingness to let go.
I can’t change what was,
only my reactions to what
is right in front of me.
Recognizing the possibility
of old patterns pulling me astray,
I can choose to rely upon
bedrock of excavated truths
to discover a new way through.
Lovingly, tenderly
I wrap my arms around
all I’ve been,
all I am,
and all I have left to be.
I encourage the freedom of unfettering,
nurture the power of presence and
embrace the radiance of change.
There is beauty in me
right here, right now.
More and more I feel safe
to let it reflect and refract
into the light of day.

Sarah Carlson

October 9, 2016

Stretching to Embrace

Seen as I walked back to my car after an evening equinox swim at Clearwater Lake, Maine

I have been fascinated by this image, stopping in my tracks when I saw it. And these are the words that have come over the past few days:

Stretching to Embrace

Rooted in divine fathoms,
my pristine pieces
stretch to embrace 

placid evening light.
Murky shadows,
not an accurate
 reflection of my essence,
are simply part of my whole.
And I embrace them, too.
I can choose to befriend
all that has come before,
safe with the knowledge
that throughout my life
this benevolent spirit
has been fluid,
active and true.

Sarah Carlson

September 25, 2016

Cross-Currents

Popham Beach, Maine

Cross-Currents

Strong, salty waves undulate with angst,
and the power of freedom.
Cross-currents collide,
entangle and rise,
sunlight illuminating
whatever surfaces.
 Tides shift - disentangle,
release, reorganize
and settle into a new flow.
Somewhere within the brine is me,
my authentic being.
When I am able to let go and
ride my unique currents
I am uncluttered, untethered,
unconfined.
My wonderful wild child glows,
her benevolent energy sparkling
with life.

Sarah Carlson

September 24, 2016

Singletrack

Singletrack on the  Carrabassett Valley, Maine mountain bike trail system

I went mountain biking in Carrabassett  this weekend. I had the pleasure of unexpectedly seeing my son and daughter-in-law as they came up behind me on the Narrow Gauge Pathway. They encouraged me to try some new singletrack, and so I did.
Though we spent many hours mountain biking as a family, it was always on dirt roads and wider trails. Singletrack is new to me.
And, though I've been a widow for over 14 years, it feels like single life is new to me, too. I'll leave it at that, but here's what came from pondering the connection between the two.

Singletrack

Singular path snakes
through early evening woods,
‘round rocks, over roots, along
a meandering stream.
A choice - stay in the saddle or
put feet to earth to be more safe.
No right or wrong,
simply the power to choose
whatever feels best.
Tension and focus,
merge with
freedom and flow.
Solitary moments that allow for
confidence, self-awareness

to expand
with every decision made.

Sarah Carlson

September 4, 2016

I Am Worthy of Love

My first spiral. Drawn at Kripalu while participating in a Creative Writing Sampler with Heather Sellers

I've been cleaning house lately - literally and metaphorically. Barry was a very sentimental, and somewhat random, guy. He kept things in various envelopes and boxes in no particular order, so opening one is like going on a sort of magical mystery tour. I have had many sweet, tender, and validating discoveries.
Along the way we faced our share of difficult times, but what stands out as I reflect is family togetherness and fun. All through the years in this house there has been a foundation of love. The unconditional kind that was there from the very beginning of our relationship.

Here's an excerpt from a journal I found in one of the boxes. I was 20 and we had known each other for about 2 years:
Sept. 12. 1977
Barry has taught me so much. He helped me find love in a new way and has shown me how to express it. He has helped me realize that I am just as good as the next guy - in other words he has given me some self-confidence, something I truly need. I love Barry in a way that I never thought I could feel for another person. He is such a wonderful man and I am glad we are sharing our lives. I hope we find the life we want and that some day we can share that life with little ones. Barry has such a wonderful quality of gentleness and kindness. It would be a shame not to pass that on.

 As I've been cleaning, both within and without, I am once again awed by the layers, the twists and turns that this life presents. And by how much learning there is to each and every experience. Though this has been hard work and I've shed many tears, I'm so glad that I've been able to follow the meanders of my heart as I heal from the difficult times, remember the joyful ones, and tap more deeply into the wonders of unconditional love.

  I Am Worthy of Love

Though there was chaos and confusion
in my homespace,
I know Love,
I can Love,
I am worthy of Love.

I was deeply unsure as
I tried to be good,
to be right,
to not make a mistake.
It took so much energy.
 I thought that when things
went wrong it was somehow my fault
and I needed to fix the damage,
no matter how it affected me.
I came last.
When he fell into my life we were
sad, sore and broken both.
But we let each other into
our soul places,
knowing it was right.
  Unconditional love for each other,
and later
for our little ones.
The dark place that housed the
chaos and confusion opened
all the way up
when he died.
I knew to dust off the contents,
examine the pieces,
and am learning to let go.
The Light of Love continues
to illuminate that which I
need to understand
as I become ready.
 I feel grateful and hopeful,
peaceful and strong.

Though there was chaos and confusion
in my homespace,
I know Love,
I can Love,
I am worthy of Love.

Sarah Carlson

August 28, 2016

Softer Around Their Edges

Early morning at Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health - August 5, 2016

Softer Around Their Edges

Waters of being flow
with tender, tranquil freedom.
Still some spiral into depths,
re-emerge with fresh awareness.

Expanding currents of clarity wash away
stale doubts and fears
rooted in truths
that simply are not true.
Detached despair lifts, dissipates -
warmed by the light
of a brand new day.
Body twitches and quivers
with pristine energy
as bits and pieces settle,
softer around their edges
than ever before.

Sarah Carlson
August 9, 2016

A Poem for Barry

Left by me... in the Kripalu Meditation Garden

Before I went to Kripalu last week I paid a visit to Barry's brother and sister in Northampton, MA. I had not been there in a few years and it was nice to be back in their hometown. Barry and I had lived there early in our relationship and had brought our children to visit with family over the years. I had many memories wash over me as we drove along and over the Connecticut River. 

The morning I was to leave, twin brother Larry took sister Sandra and me to a section of a cemetery that had pavers with the names of veterans. He had purchased one that reads 'Francis J. Carlson, Barry F. Carlson, Larry J. Carlson - US Army Veterans'. That, along with a stone in another cemetery, were touching to see with Barry's wonderful siblings.

Of the many things we worked on in the Creative Writing Sampler with Heather Sellers this past week were some poetic forms, one of them being abecedarius - a type of ABC poem. 

I think because I had revisited Northampton and seen his name in stone, I spiraled gently back to Barry's death day. And this is the abecedarius that came as I worked on 'homework' in the middle of my last night at Kripalu.

Letters on pavers, letters on stone, letters on a page... 

A Poem for
Barry. May 29, 2002. I’m in my
classroom, but my attention is
drawn outward. Even sweet second grade
energy doesn’t keep me fully
focused. A quiet, shy
girl asks for help. Two boys collaborate on ‘The Anty Adventures of Bob and
Harry’. My ed tech talks with her
individual student as he works on a poem.
Jack, my mathematician, writes his own
kind of story with numbers and words.
Light streams in the large casement windows
making patterns on the worn hardwood floor.
No reason, but I walk
over, look out to see a Farmington
policeman stride toward the front door. I
quiver when the intercom beeps and I’m called down
right away. The
somber young officer tells me you collapsed playing
tennis, I’m needed at the hospital. Somehow I
understand that my life is shifting. The
very moment I turn into the hospital drive an energy
washes over me - strong, palpable, undeniable. Later I know
exactly what it is.
Your Love. I know this to be true. And like a
zephyr it weaves its way into my life, even today.

Sarah Carlson
in my room at Kripalu
August 4 into 5, 2016

Ode to My Flip Flops

Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health, August 2016

Big day yesterday at Kripalu. Emotions tapped by deep discussion, yogic releases, quiet time in the meditation garden, spirited Kirtan concert and some bonding with my flip flops.

Ode to My Flip Flops

In lime-green readiness
you lay askew.
I kicked you aside
after last night’s
squeaky return
from a shower.
I was tired and uneasy
and yet
there you are.
No pressure,
 no judgement.
Simply available if
needed.
Your sound reminds me of
summer days in the sixties
and freedom.
I can picture you on the tiles
of the entryway
at home.
And that helps me remember
I am free and
it is safe to be me
in this
unfamiliar place.

Sarah Carlson
at Kripalu
August 3, 2016

Let It Sing

Taken while aboard the Noah's Ark - off Great Wass Island, Maine

I am at a writing program at the Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health in the Berkshires. Yesterday we had an assignment - a 10 minute writing exercise inspired by the work we had done during the day and by How to Be a Poet, by Wendell Berry.

After I wrote this, the picture above came to mind.

Let It Sing

(so I remember)


Drop in. Listen.
Allow the flow
from within.
Let the deep places speak -
from you, for you,
with you.
Notice what surfaces
as it swirls, sifts
and then settles
just as you need
it to be.
In those moments
your heart sings a song
of you.
So drop in. Listen.

And let it sing.

Sarah Carlson

August 1, 2016

Sparkle Moments

Porter Lake, Maine

I was sitting by the shore of Porter Lake yesterday after swimming with a good friend. We were marveling at the view and the clouds when the sun worked its way through to the surface of the water. There was just enough wind that the tiny waves and sunlight combined to produce a lovely dance. We sat feeling awestruck and grateful for the natural display and the shared experience.

Sparkle Moments

Sparkle moments -
those times that
can quietly penetrate 

the busyness of life.
How fortunate we are
that all around us
they dance.
Each of us a body
afloat on a tiny spinning
planet in the cosmos.
Our own entity
and part of a whole,
we need to pause and
allow the sparkle moments
to buoy us as we navigate
this intricate,
precious life.

Sarah Carlson

July 7, 2016

Reflections

Clearwater Lake in the evening - June 14, 2016

I took this picture the evening of the last day of school. A friend had invited me to her camp, but something had come up and she didn't show. I sat on her dock alone, but not. I felt my body, my mind, my spirit just begin to relax. It had been a very full year with growth and heartache, emotion and discovery, and so much more. Though it was challenging, it was all good. I've known that a poem has been lurking within, but it didn't come until today:

 

Reflections

Tempestuous, trying times
are well over,
and mulling over the murkiness
has greatly enhanced my light.
More comfortable in wrapping my arms
around the bounty that surfaces
 as I explore the delightful depths,
my amenable heart continually heals.
Throttling down my active mind,
more often I experience the actuality
of life’s moments without apprehension.
My tender, sensitive spirit is
quenched and soothed by
coursing waters, caressing hillsides,
luminous clouds, and other sightings
of ubiquitous love.
I know there is more below the surface,
but I have the ability to twist the lens,
examine the reflections
and glean whatever
is needed from the
surges and swirls,
 eddies and calms,
 varied hues of grays.

I can allow myself to submerge

 in the sweet, subtle currents of
my true essence.

Sarah Carlson

July 4, 2016

The Wonders of Now

Clearwater Lake, Maine on May 26, 2016

The Wonders of Now

My body is speaking volumes today.

Deep aches are uncoiling and letting go.

I'm listening to what might provide insight

and willfully releasing anything

not based in love.

Fervent emotions roll

as powerful, sparkling waves.

Some break and roar,

but most swell and settle softly.

My intrepid spirit feels strong and worthy

as rivulets of love

find new pathways to flow within.

I'm both tired and energized

and deeply know that

right here, right now

I am reaping the benefits of

intense personal exploration.

My body, mind and spirit

will continue to expand and assimilate

as I honor my roots,

soak in sensations of healing,

fan the flames of my passions,

and breathe deeply

the wonders of now.

Sarah Carlson

June 11, 2016

 

What is Healing?

Christmas Cactus blooming on May 29, 2016

Barry Francis Carlson died 14 years ago today. I am feeling the effects of that heartbreaking day  much differently this year. And that's a good thing, though I'm not sure I have the words to express why. I just know deep in my being that all is well.

The plant pictured above was given to me last winter by a person who had a feeling that it was supposed to be mine. It began to bloom on my birthday (May 26th) and was wide open when I got up this morning. There are 13 blossoms, one being a double. And it has made me smile all through this somewhat topsy turvy day.

I took a walk by the Sandy River today and, as often happens along that river, many healing thoughts flowed through me. I wondered why a poem had not surfaced yet, and then I realized that I needed to come home and revisit the very first one that I wrote.

I had asked someone with whom I had started the path of healing just what the modality she was using really was. And then I said, "Never mind, I know." I went home and wrote it with the original title of "What is Polarity?" And as I walked this afternoon I realized how amazing it is that, even in those early days when I was just beginning the work, I somehow knew.

More recently I have been working with a gifted Osteopath, an insightful Spiritual Director, and an  astute Psychologist - a trifecta of healers. And then, of course, there's me - the one who digs in and has learned to let it all flow together.  As I walked and thought today, I realized that a poem that I wrote over 10 years ago was not about one modality, it was really about healing and finding connection to Universal Love.

Here is the updated version of the very first poem that I wrote:

What is Healing?

A journey to within and without,
to that deep place where
wounds and wellness can coexist
and be a powerful mix to find a truer path.
A sense of being an integral, vital part of the outer world.
A re-connection to Love that was thought to be lost,
but becomes more firmly embedded
in the evolution of a unique you.
A time to reflect
 and deeply understand the impact
of all that has been,
without feeling threatened… or wrong.
A chance to relax, renew, and find inner peace.
A way body, mind and spirit
 discover positive pathways
to a future that is yet to be lived.

Sarah Carlson
Originally written - March 2006
Rewritten May 29, 2016

Uniquely Me

Budding Maple Tree outside my childhood home in Waterville, Maine

In the early days of this process of healing there were those who would say to me on occasion, "Don't go there, Sarah." That used to really bother me and now I fully understand why. My inner wisdom guided me to 'go there' and, though I was hurting, I knew it was necessary. Now, so many years later, I am deeply grateful that I followed my heart and found people who have been willing to accompany me and support me along the way without judgment. It's been both difficult and amazing and, right here right now, I can bask in a sense of accomplishment and feel full of love.

Uniquely Me

I turned and went in.

Somehow I knew I had to
and so I did.
I understood that the place
I headed was dark and complex,
but I had no idea how many layers,
how many facets,
how many crannies and crevices
 there were to explore.
I don’t know if I found everything
or if I fully understand what was.
But it doesn’t matter
because I have what I need
to turn again and move away
from the staleness and pain.
I have learned so very much and,
though there is more to do,
I can be in my life right now
as I am without constantly
feeling like I am doing something wrong,
must strive to measure up,
or have to interpret a situation
that defies definition.
I am both child and adult as
the holes left by
what was lacking are filled.
Childlike wonder and gentle confusion
merge with a loving, competent,
sage and purposeful adult
to create this someone who
is uniquely me.

Sarah Carlson

May 15, 2016

Filling In

Spring in Flint Woods

A piece written by a full and happy mother on this Mother's Day of 2016.

 

Filling In

Previously frozen ground
relaxes its hold and
vibrant growth arises.
Fertile soil fully awakens
 under the coziness 

of a spring sun.
Tender blossoms unfold
to share their quiet beauty,
basking in the light anew.
Prior growth
sustains this burgeoning
as chinks and breaches
near the roots replenish with
nourishment and flow.
No barriers now,
just a time to relish the releases,
treasure the tranquility,
and embrace the
filling in.

Sarah Carlson

May 8, 2016

Morning Peace

Just outside my living room window

Morning Peace

Gentle morning sunlight
 touches the tips
of budding trees,
washes down solid trunks
to the fertile ground.
Warmth invades
the coolness of night
as our nearest star
eases its way into the day.
Soft blue sky provides
a promising backdrop
to this gentle awakening
as chickadees chirp
 their springtime song.
This being breathes deeply
as sensations of rootedness,
assimilation and
expansion coexist.
Peace unfurling -
within and without.

Sarah Carlson

April 20, 2016

Right

April 2016 in Flint Woods - Farmington, ME

Recently I've had many, many "oh!" moments. It's been quite wonderful, but slightly disorienting, as well. At least that's what I thought for a time, but then I realized that what's really happening is that I'm reorienting. I'm optimistic, grateful and excited.... and a bit tired at times, too.
Today I went for a woods walk, knowing that writing needed to happen. I sat at one of the overlooks in Flint Woods, a view of Mt. Blue in a sparkling spring sky dominating the scene. I pondered and then followed a desire to close my eyes for a bit. A cool wind came and went as I zipped up my jacket and listened - within and without. Suddenly a visual of a gnarled hand came to view - one I've 'seen' before. I felt strong and sure and I said, "Let go... enough!" Right after that several birds started chirping and singing quite loudly. Or maybe they had been all along and I just heard them differently. I'm not sure, but it felt powerful and 'right'. As I walked back to my car an icy puddle at the side of the trail caught me eye, stopping me in my tracks. I took several pictures and knew that the one I've included above had to do with whatever was surfacing... and then I came home and wrote this over the next several hours.

Right

I’m not feeling quite right.
But I don’t feel wrong either,
and that’s novel for me.
I think there’s some depth
at which I don’t quite know
what right actually feels like - yet.
It was not right
that my childhood feelings
were often twisted into knots by
 those who should have
embraced me with love.
That’s true. It happened.
But it’s also true that I transformed
those confusing experiences
 into good as best I could.
I’ve done well
and the gnarled, frosty hand
 that still tries to grab me
 when my being  flows free
no longer has much pull.
As I more keenly understand
my inner essence
I feel distance and protection
from its piercing pinch.
More and more I reorient,
settling into the cozy comfort of me
 just as I am,
feeling whatever I feel,
at any given moment of my life.
And that is very, very right.

Sarah Carlson

April 10, 2016

Let the Light Shine Through

Flagstaff Lake, Maine

Let the Light Shine Through

Brilliant blues of the morning
sky become obscured by
shades of gray that
softly billow and swirl.
Winter sunbeams gently stretch
to frozen waters below.

As I continue to
learn and grow,
awaken and deepen,
I find I crave answers that
are definitive and clear.
I want those pristine blue skies
all around me,
to be free from any
residual, nebulous gloom.
 When I discover that
 what I thought I knew
is not entirely true
I adjust my path,
reorient my inner workings,
and stride ahead with gusto.
But, like benign clouds
above a snowy valley,
sometimes I just need
 to slow down a bit and
let the light shine through.

Sarah Carlson

March 13, 2016

Enough

Flagstaff Lake, Maine

Enough

Separate and one
we stand strong by the shore
of a frozen windswept  lake,
each of us rooted and whole.
Softly we sway as cool breezes
waft about us and we stretch
into a brilliant blue sky.

Magestic magical mountain range
watches over the valley scene
as stories are told,
new ones unfold,
and joy of togetherness binds.
Storm clouds may come another day,
and we’ll weather whatever comes.
In this moment, however,
we have enough,
we are enough,
and we can simply be.

Sarah Carlson

March 5, 2016

Inner Embers

Bonfire - February 2016

So much has been happening within. I tried to express it in the following poem, but I'm not sure there are actually words that can adequately capture these deep shifts. I do know that I am experiencing energy unlike any I've known in the past, while at the very same time I get incredibly tired. And it all feels right.  I am so grateful that I have had the opportunity, or I guess more clearly that I've worked to provide myself with the opportunity, to learn to see the world through my own eyes and experience it with my very own truth.
I post this with so much love in my heart...

Inner Embers

The energy of healing -
powerful, cleansing, hopeful, revealing.
All through the process inner embers
maintain their glow with
the vibrancy of one’s authentic spirit.
Worn out worries often fuel the fire
as past traumas lose traction,
their effects transformed
to further understandings of self.
Sparks curl and reach,
dancing into the ether
carrying angst, suffering, fear
away.
Cinders from the fire
fall into the glowing coals
so that residue left behind
will ignite when the time is right
and inner embers can
shine more brilliantly than
ever before.

Sarah Carlson

March 2, 2016

Your Presence

The ice of Barker Brook under the light of the full moon (and a headlamp)

Last evening I hosted a gathering of wonderful friends for a moon walk along the Sandy River.  Though it was cloudy at first, we enjoyed a beautiful, muted moon as it rose to the clearer sky up above. As we headed home I felt a strong pull to visit Barker Brook - a spot that has long been a family favorite.  The ice formations there were beautiful with layers of frozen bubbles, views of the bed of the brook, and wispy cracks. I took a few pictures and then we decided to head home to the warm house and good food that was waiting for us. And then I noticed the very distinct heart shape in the ice - shown above. In addition to being clear to the eye, it was raised above the surface - quite stunning.
As I looked at the picture this morning here is what came:

Your Presence

You show your presence in such
sweet subtleness.
Whether I’m unsure and questioning,
open and aware,
aching and weary,
or calmly experiencing me
in the newness of my life -
you are there.
Thank you, my love,
for helping me move ahead
with your gentle, consistent support.
In your absence I can still find
your presence,
and for that I am grateful.

Sarah Carlson

January 24, 2016

My Divine Fathoms

Barker Brook just before it enters the Sandy River

This piece is one that, after I wrote it, produced a deep release. It was a powerful experience, though I'm not sure if the words adequately express just why that happened. And as I write that I realize that it doesn't really matter. It happened and it was good and so here it is:

My Divine Fathoms

Diving down to investigate the varied currents
of one’s being reveals Truths that can
take time to bring fully into focus.
Both exhilarating and exhausting,
slowly and steadily it inspires
distinct shifts within.
I had to let my frozen edges thaw
before I could take the plunge.
At first I was cautious and explored
the shallows where branches and tendrils
were fairly simple to discern.
I could come to the surface with relative ease
and I learned the importance of taking
deep, restorative breaths.
Armed with a clearer understanding of
my inherent strength and courage,
I continue to intrepidly return to
my watery depths in search of further clarity.
Recently I became discouraged as
I kept thinking I had let go of
patterns and impressions
that are not authentically mine
and sporadically I experience more pain and distress.
I realize now that I sometimes forget one
very important thing.
As I peruse my divine fathoms,
I have to  consistently remember
to fully embrace the wonders that are revealed,
 to keenly trust in my knowing,
 and to allow the Truth to be incorporated
into me without reservation or fear.
I am safe and I deserve to feel good. 

Sarah Carlson

January 18, 2016