Done

“I am done,” is the quietest, most power-filled sentence in a woman’s lexicon.

-gws

Friendship Garden

I am lucky to have cultivated a lush garden of beautiful, meaningful friendships throughout my life.  I am luckier, still, to be planted in the deep soil of my friends’ gardens where they shower me in love, and light, and their amazing company.  To exist in a well tended garden cultivates a gratitude so profound it can only erupt from me in joyful colors painted with hugs, laughter, and happy tears like sacred rain upon parched earth.

- gws

Significant Other

My significant other 
Is more other than significant now
I wish I felt better about this fact
I do not miss the now of him
I’m still in love with the then of him
When love knocks you can never know 
The beauty or horror in its entourage 
You believe love can conquer all
And learn that love is often not enough 
My significant other left
A significant mark on me
That is hardly insignificant 

-gws

A Tuesday Morning

Listening to a physicist waxing poetic 
In a live stream about theoretical physics, quantum mechanics, 
Philosophy, US politics, Mandela Effects, and more
As he stands in front of the Large Hadron Collider
While I drink a perfect cup of coffee and start my Tuesday
My soul and my brain are extraordinarily happy

-gws

Matchsticks

Put your matchstick anger away
Before you are too used up
Set ablaze in sequential reactions
So you lack the fire to fuel resistance

-gws

Carnations

Ev’ry Mother’s Day
A simple pastel bouquet
Carnations in bloom
To honor your roll in life
As mother and grandmother 

-gws

End of Year Wishes

Wherever this finds you...

May your holiday season be all you want and need
May the returning sun shine warmly upon your path
May your hearth ring with the sounds of laughter and merriment
May the quiet season bring you respite
May the new year make manifest abundance and unadulterated joy

-gws

Touching Grass

Touch the grass of your trauma 
If it helps you remember why you moved on
But do not root there
There’s nothing but poison in that soil

-gws

What I’m Thinking

What I'm thinking is:

This is hard shit.  
That sometimes grabbing that fact by the throat and screaming in its face is necessary from time to time.  
Sometimes sitting in the shadow of that truth is required when our spirits are tired and our hearts so broken.  
And when we're done, we rest.  We breathe.  And we rise and fight some more.  
Because we're mothers.

-gws

Harvesting

I plunge my hands
Into the dark soil
To harvest the fruits
Of gratitude into the light
It is practical work
Grounding work
Spiritual work
To nourish my soul
Drawing upon the root work 
Already deeply planted
I turn my face to the sun

-gws