The Sun

I’ve come to rely on the sun

The way a child does its mother

So when the clouds move in

And the sun is nowhere to be found

I must trust it will return

And it always does

Flickering before beaming

Filling all shadows with shades of yellow

Orange

Citrus rays skip across the sidewalk

As we stroll

One foot after the other

Hand in hand

The light is in us even when we can’t see it.

Let It Flow

Last night, the sun was so vast and breathtaking as I was driving, I had to stop, get out and try to get some shots of it melting into the lake.

A flock of geese started to “honk” (just learned that sound they make is called that–I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t just google that) when I approached. So I didn’t get the shot I wanted because I wasn’t sure if they were going to attack me, but I did learn that geese “honk.” I am also reminded that capturing these beautiful moments and appreciating them for what they are, gives me so much life and allows one of my favorite poems to flow through me:

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Still I Rise

The first book I ever purchased was “Poems” by Maya Angelou. I brought $10 to school that day because I had been looking forward to the book fair for weeks–I must have been in 5th grade. I circled the aisles and something drew me to this book with the teal cover and photo of a woman of color that resembled my grandmother. She looked sassy with her short volumized hair and red lipstick, gold jewelry. Her smile was gentle, but fierce.

I picked it up and flipped through the pages, reading a couple of the poems–I was captivated. I wanted to be as strong as she was; I wanted to grow up to be phenomenal and always rise. This poem reminds me that, even at a young age, we can trust what our bodies are telling us and connect what’s in our heart to our mind. That despite the distractions and darkness that blur our focus, we are always capable of rising. Again and again.

Still I Rise

Maya Angelou1928 – 2014

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Listen to the Whispers of your Heart

It will not lead you astray.

I’ve been determined to silence the noise and just listen to what my soul feels/what my heart says. (It’s amazing how the body instinctively knows what you’re feeling before your mind has even begun processing anything.) And it’s been going something like this:

Live life in a big way

Let it all flow through you

Every breath is proof that you’re alive

But not evidence that you’re living

The sum of me is not dictated by you or you or you

I am the sun piercing through hidden spaces

Revealing that light and darkness can coexist

Accepting that sometimes the universe conspires to make you see

That when we begin to hide the parts of ourselves that are dying

It’s when we most need to set ourselves free.