Me, In Response (Giggling Stifled)
here…coffee and cats, warm and sweet
and the window thin and clear
between me and out there
clouds close and quiet
and laying soft, snuggling over rainy earth
and you, thoughts of your life
snuggling in the base of my throat
sweet and thick, hurty-hearty present
and I morosely serene…staring
out the window at this grey new
spring morning.
thinking of beach bright you,
spring grey me
Kánte Dikaiosýni̱s. Agápi̱ Éleos. Perpatí̱ste Tapeiná.
Charissa
…and my bff echoes:
“Worry pretends to be necessary but serves no useful purpose.”
— Eckhart Tolle (via milkspilled)
I, on the other hand, can attest that worry works! Because approximately 98% of what I worry about never happens, and the other 2% is nowhere near as bad as I feared…
See? It works!
(Darling and bff both roll their eyes and shake their heads at my silliness…lol)
She spins,
drawing down and deep
from her most secret treasure.
She carries with her silk,
gossamer strands and strategy
and patiently she makes
from who she is inside…
her one and only option.
And need. Her One Desire.
She gets life, sustenance,
exists for transformation
and creation
of her web of life.
And I watch, fascinated
by her patience,
her diligent patience,
her perseverance.
Mama, teach me
to take the traumas,
desires, longings,
emptinesses, hurts, wounds,
deposits and experiences,
Teach me to yield
and let this whirling
confusion become spinning,
and spinning out of who I am,
that I might spin a web
to catch Your Sacred blessings
and life.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
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