Invitation

A little poem and message on a rainy day

Invitation

The heart still beats in rosy seat

Live skin still feels the rain

And so, we dance another hour

Our chance is born again

The silver taps, a day unwraps

A gentle hand, so take it

Dissolve your trials in strangers’ smiles

It will be what you make it.

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Every day a new chance…….or a new excuse?

This morning……the rain trills the most subtle, layered percussion with the tiniest metal hammers or are they fingernails? Little puddles are left on leaves and branches - unconditional, unapologetic sloppy kisses for the winged to dip their feathers into.

The birds are singing in their many languages from Minnie Riperton impossible, helter-skelter squeals to cackling, squabbles of black crow tar.

Tom Petty is playing. It carries over from the living room and the carpenter of him carves new roses into raw, blonde wood. “It’s good to be King” he says, and it splinters a little. I smell the lemongrass shavings as they dust my nose and ash my lips, I experience the knots and whorls…..the grain of song.

My son boings on his bed upstairs.

Teaspoons tinkle, the kettle wobbles.

And…….until I stopped ordering shit in the online sales I didn’t need, I heard NONE of this.

We do this stuff - whether it’s shopping, overindulging in food/drink or something else - to fill our void, but as well as blocking out our pain, it also crams us so full that we fail to truly notice anything else, doesn’t it?

Today, I invite you to remove the cotton wool that stuffs you full, dresses your wounds.

Allow yourself to feel the full force of life. The elastic band that stretches and may snap, but has equal chance of bouncing back - challenged. More flexible and able for the practise.

Invite the bee and find both sting and buzz.

It doesn’t always hurt as much as we think.

And sometimes, it can be nice.