time is the greatest distance
between two distant places…
me then. me now.
Today I am grateful
for that excruciating
powerlessness I felt
over and over
again and again
as a young child
and I would just cry
and cry and just cry
and I would just try
and try and just try
to summon some presence
in the midst of such absence.
Today, I know how to
think differently, how to
give up, how to
lose hope without (how to)
losing Hope.
Then I was empty,
and full of a void
inside the abyss.
Today I am flexible
dynamic, resilient,
I am a willow
and never an oak
and my golden harps
which were hung
on my branches
forgotten and rusty
are now soft being
strummed by Hands
not yet seen playing
songs of resilience.
Today I feel grateful
for knowing incredible
unutterable sadness,
washing in ocean waves
of the world’s sorrow
and my growing awareness,
of dissolving, surrender,
of letting go over
and over again.
All my jagged pieces
pulled out and untangled
untwisted unwrapped
washed clean of the muck
so healing can commence
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Gorgeous. You are on a roll. I love how you captured your resilient spirit in the best and most beautiful way possible.
And, the willow is my favorite tree. I grew up with one in our front yard. I hid under its branches when I felt like running away, but didn’t want to get too far from home. Hmmm….you may have just sparked a story. xo
WEIRD!!!! When I see you in my heart-eyes? you are under willows and regal!!
I loved that tree. The branches hung all the way to the ground and no one could see me hiding under. Lightning struck it several years ago and we lost the tree…I found other places to hide up in the cattle pens. I like the willow better 🙂
And now you have your canyons… And that Willow growing secret there
Yes! I’ve got some spinning stories thanks to me stalking your site this morning 🙂