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Friday, January 28, 2022

Anew

Anew

 I watch my sweet grandson
look here, there, everywhere
as he discovers his way
in this wonderful world.
My mind drifts back to our children
doing the same,
to times with my father
finding stories in the clouds,
to that special night by the river
as two geese provided
a divine moment that has
fortified me for almost 20 years.
I think of all the messages
from the natural world
that confirm or accentuate my healing,
 make their way through
my mind and heart to these poems
I share with courage, hope, and love.
Though I know there is more
to mend, learn, write, share,
I offer some straightforward advice.
Please remember to pause, look, ponder—
in the midst of the storm,
during times of transition,
 in the mundane moments
along the way.
Up, down, in, out.
Scan the horizon,
notice minutiae,
twist the lens
when the time is right.
None of us are strangers to heartache,
which is all the more reason
to let beauty
such as a fleeting sunset sky
bolster one’s being
 anew.

Sarah Carlson
January 28, 2022

Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Step Into the Storm


Step Into the Storm
 
Sometimes, not always,
there is reason
to step into a storm.
Only you will know when, if,
the time is right.
There’s a sense of carefully
turning to
instead of away,
which can allow for
liberation of static tension
that may have been bound up
for a very long time.
It becomes dynamic,
with releases that are
both breath taking
and breath giving.
Sometimes in the midst
of a storm
one may feel lonely,
unsure,
even disoriented.
Take refuge if necessary.
Or pause,
remember,
notice,
allow.
Be still and
feel the sacred flow
of breath, health,
connection,
love.
Even prickly pine needles
may have downy blankets
before the winds of change stir.
Beauty and comfort only seen
by finding the courage
to step into the storm.
Sarah Carlson
January 18, 2022