wind blowing my hair
curly mess
into straw
like a Barbie
doll I am no
longer
different shape
pace
style
cannot decide if
I miss it
rounder
heavier
softer
slower
older
wiser maybe
I really hope
so
could make
it worth it
then
evidence
of a life
lived and loved
lessons learned
wisdom gathered
adventures
as Marissa
not Barbie
amen
It feels like I broke.
Three years in seminary,
questioning my call,
a global pandemic,
family illnesses,
the loss of six
close family members,
physical injury.
I broke.
Not in an unfixable way,
but in a not anymore,
at least not today,
stop everything,
and take care
kind of way.
A refocus,
basics,
essentials,
breathe,
live,
heal
kind of way.
So I stopped.
I am taking care.
I am breathing.
I am living.
I am healing.
Thank you
Amma God,
for rest,
for life,
for breath,
for healing.
Amen.
my mind is day-dreamy today
wandering from thing to thing
family
kitten nibbles
all the stuff
blue jays
warm coffee
dappled sun on the neighbor’s roof
resting shepherd dog
curious cat
whirr of the fan which I am now turning off
monday, early, the still before the storm
sometimes I want to hold
this space forever
but then I would miss so much,
I would miss my life,
my wild and crazy beautiful holy life
so I will allow the world
to spin and the time to tick
and I will live it the best I can
acceptance
perseverance
faith
love
life
amen ♡
finding my way 