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Sunday, May 18, 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
isn’t quite 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

Thursday, May 1, 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

Wednesday, April 23, 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


Monday, April 14, 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




 

Monday, March 31, 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


Friday, February 28, 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

Friday, February 14, 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


Sunday, January 19, 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

 

Friday, January 3, 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