This Light of Mine

 This Light of Mine

Good morning, Me.
I love how you rose up,
larger than life
on the trail ahead
just when I needed you.
 Working through
a detached despair
that sloshes about,
my body was achy and weary.
But, I went skiing anyway,
knowing that
fresh air, forward momentum,
the company of trees
were necessary.
As I was climbing,
so was the sun.
It peeked from behind me,
found an opening,
warmed my back,
allowed me to rise
in front of my self.
A quiet pause,
a gentle breath,
a dawning joy,
 a deeper notion
 that despite the heaviness
of details of the dark,
this light of mine
is good and strong
and so very right.

Sarah Carlson
February 26, 2021

Thank You, Father

 Thank You, Father

I took some runs
 on a favorite trail
that we skied together
so very long ago.
Timberline –
where we can gaze to the Whites,
appreciate our valley,
cruise the ridge line with ease.
I wasn’t expecting you,
but the softness of the sky
seemed to descend,
wrap me in comfort and support
as I carved graceful arcs
in the twinkling snow.
Whispered words of gentle reminder
helped me connect to
ubiquitous love.
My whole body settled
into sensations of hope, ease,
security, and peace.
Thank you, Father.
I needed that so very much.
I will once again suspend
in these moments of
in between,
as a stiff, shadowy unease
slowly and steadily melts,
 eventually evaporates away.
 

Sarah Carlson
February 14, 2021

In the Glistening

The soft, snowy woods on a morning ski...

 In the Glistening 

Crisp air,
fresh snow,
rising sun,
strengthening body.
The power of movement
allows opportunity
 for morning sparkles
to grace this
glorious life.
In the glistening
facets of mourning
reflect and refract
so that healing happens,
 despair dissolves,
spirit settles
just a little bit more.

Sarah Carlson
February 9, 2021

What's True

A hard fought one...

 What’s True

This beautiful valley,
 part of her life
since before she can remember.
This day,
though all appears
still and frozen,
full of movement and memories,
sensations and stories,
feelings and folklore
for her.

An eclectic mix swirls 

around and through.
Heartache, hope,
anguish, adventure,
confusion, clarity 

mingle
as energy within her
gently drifts.
She smiles sadly,
breathes deeply,
allows her being
 to widen once again.
Though deep despair
is definitely present,
she senses currents
of comfort
as more and more
she trusts
what she knows
to be true.

Sarah Carlson
February 8, 2021