Advent longing

who am I

did Christ ask

Who am I

in context of

Life

of

incarnation

of

moment to moment

of self to others

   living life

with all her various hats

there is something of the starkness of winter that awakens the spirit within

scanning

the longing in-side

Who am I ?

Who I am !

changes

depth

confidence

Pulling The Spirit in

In the Breath that gives life

And rest

Lean into the coming and risk

What you will find

I love the image of the advent door

 New year begins with an opening of 

The familiar

Yet always fresh, new

Beginnings

Thresholds and

Thin spaces

A way

To open the door

Of the heart

Stepping blindly in trust

That Hope will rise

Joy will linger

Peace will arrive

And Love ….

…Love will blanket …..

I wear my mother’s clothing

Her passing recent

Filling a need

I wear my mother’s clothing

The pants that are too short

The tropical fruit shirt

Daring people to ask

Fulfilling a need

To be close

To a woman

That I never was

As a critical teen

I judged

And ran far away

With my own children came a new and different need of acceptance

But with wrenching disappointment

I dove into the past to sever the cords that bound me in pain

Slogging

Wading

And

Awaiting the sunshine

I journeyed

I let go

Then I could be

Safe

In parameters that worked for me

I felt

I could hold the cards and

Give

And take

As much as I could

Then

She died

And now

I wear her clothes

Feeling

Closer now

To a woman

That could have been prime minister or president

If only she hired a nanny……….