My Voice

My Voice

I found it a while ago.
It’s right here on this page,
has proven to be a trusty craft.
I’ve listened to it, honored it,
let it interleave in my healing.
I’ve explored and expressed
inner fronds of dark and light
and everything in between.
And yet sometimes
 when it is the spoken word,
when I say what I feel, think, need,
there’s the possibility of
constriction still.
I wonder,
“Am I complaining,
talking out of turn,
saying anything hurtful or…
wrong?”
My belly begins to ache
and I feel a twitchy energy
that doesn’t resonate with now.
Then I realize that I deserve
 to speak.
I didn’t deserve
 to be stifled -
ever.
My voice is filled
with care, concern, curiosity.
My words are
 sincere, sweet, sonorous.
When I speak and write
I allow light out from within
 and in from Without.
There’s no reason to hold it back.
My voice –
a means of expression
of the magic
of me.

Sarah Carlson

February 20,  2020

Gentle Power of Health

Gentle Power of Health
 

She sits quietly listening,
then ponders, offers, reflects.
With deep empathy
her presence is true.

Embedded in her substance,
it becomes part of her healing
to acknowledge within.

This multi-layered understanding

enlivens a deep achy place
that speaks plainly

 of having witnessed words
used as vehicles of hurt
instead of transporting love.
Caring, listening hearts
were not always available
in her times of need,
but she can speak safely now,
believe in their presence,
take in benevolence
and support.

She knows her tippy-ness 

will remedy

as re-balancing
 takes hold in her now.
She smiles,
 feels the warm,
gentle power of health.
 Compassion for her
own veritable being,
including those places that ache,
wends its way throughout.
Though connection
with others is important, 

 something she still

 often craves,
she enfolds her being,

taking time to care for and about

 her kindhearted self.

Sarah Carlson

February 8, 2020

In and Above

In and Above

There’s health in noticing
an imbalance within,
especially when paired with

a recognition of the solidity
with which one has thrived
in previous precarious predicaments.
There can be a tippy-ness
to inward rearrangement
until one gazes up and out.

Once careful circles above the fray

become more free and easy.
Just as a waxing moon

 can both nestle in
and orbit above
the bare branches of a singular tree,
so can one burrow

and rise.
Gently,
constantly,
palpably
progress occurs
inward and overhead.
Such sweetness
 in pausing to notice
the strength of the shifting,
the grace of the glow,
the power of the potential
 to be
in and above
at the very same time.

Sarah Carlson

February 6, 2020