Headstrong Heart

I wear my heart out on my sleeve
As there’s nowhere else to put it
My chest is over filled with
The sorrows of my past

I’ve heard it’s better to grieve
Than to continue to carry it
I’m not sure I would survive
If I let myself cry at last

Most likely drown in a river
Of salty tears, swept away like Alice
Wishing I had not cried so much
When I was nine feet high

My heart insists on being a giver
Unable to contain anger or malice
Asserting it has no need
To return to my chest and hide

I wear my heart out on my sleeve
It refuses to live within the confines
Of protective ribs and guarded sorrows
Though tattered and bruised it may be

Wrapped in strands of magick I weave
Each day to hold it together in times
When loving leaves it bleeding
Yet my sleeve it refuses to leave

~ aurora winddancer

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature-the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
authored by Rachel Carson

Cold Tears & Warm Pies

When a pet dies

And your furnace dies

Both on the first of January

Baking tater tots

And apple pies

Will warm your house

And soothe your sanity

A year ended

And another began

With such fanfare

And whiplashed emotions

I’m feeling dizzy

From the rollercoaster

And queasy from the motion

My heart needs a nap

And a better start on the second

Possibly more pies

If I can’t get the furnace going again

let the lovers be

of his classically cultured mind, i am enamoured and mesmerized

tingles of crystalline colors enhanced, by the shy smile that lights up his eyes

sweetness pours lightly over me, filling my being with butterflies

he speaks poetry into my soul, eliciting deeply contented sighs

elegant words flow between us, a shared language of romance

desire sparks in a gentle touch of hands, a long admiring glance

we speak of music, literature and art, voices flowing in courting dance

let the night carry on a bit, i’ve not yet had my fill of his countenance

yet the time has come to leave, this gently candled space

at the door he hestitates, in the moment of longing to taste

i feel his desire as my own, and reaching to touch his face

bring our lips together, in the ecstacy of our first kiss’s embrace

~ aurora victoria winddancer

One Straw Too Many

endings can appear abrupt,

sudden from the outside

though they rarely are

the processes of endings

are usually long and arduous

frought with pains and traumas

not always visible on the surface

a wound here, a cut there

hearts rarely shatter without

first cracking throughout

the shoulders that carry

a field’s worth of haystacks

will falter under the weight

of just one straw too many

the love that endured betrayals,

abuses, bruises and contusions

can die without warning

felled by an unexpected blow

the shared journey can end

when one traveler leaves the other

too far behind, crossing

over one bridge too many

life and love are so easily lost

when so easily taken for granted

and the traveler can find themselves

alone, lost in a dark wilderness

companion no longer in sight

steps unretraceable in the mists

unaware until it was far too late

that the ending was so close

it could have kissed them goodbye.

Suffering Inequality

Homelessness, Poverty & Suffering are caused by Trauma, Childhood Abuse & Neglect, Lack of medical & mental health care, Income Inequality, Lack of Living Wage Jobs, Lack of Affordable Housing, Discrimination, and Ineffective Underfunded Social Services.

A police officer yesterday told me “It’s laziness and drugs that are the problem not lack of affordable housing.” And I was saddened to hear another person in power misunderstanding the root causes.

Humans of ALL socioeconomic classes Use Drugs & Alcohol to try to escape from their pain and suffering. When the Wealthy do so, no one complains much and they can go to fancy rehab centers and have doctors and counselors to help them. And they have shelter, food, basic needs met.

But when a Poor person who is Suffering Far Worse uses drugs and alcohol to escape their pain society judges them as it being their fault, and their homelessness and suffering as something they deserve and caused themselves.

Until We as a Society can see with Trauma-Informed Eyes & Compassion the True causes of homelessness and poverty – We will live with our neighbors in tents beside us acting out their traumas, pain, misery, desperation, rage, and grief. And That is All of Our Fault.

When Compared To Beauty

Someone listened to my music, someone with an ear for and understanding of music that is respectively significant, he told me that my voice reminded him Sarah Brightman. And I was surprised to be compared to one of the world’s most amazing soprano’s. Her voice soars. I was surprised by the comparison and that this person knows who she is. I think this is the greatest compliment anyone’s ever given me. To be compared to someone that I admire so greatly and that is held in such high esteem, for a moment in my mind a whole other life flashed through, a different life where I had followed the path of music. And I know now I could have. I’m not sad that I didn’t oh, I’m very happy with the path I taken with my life. With the love and art and family and music and career I have created, and with the community I’ve been a part of. It just fills my heart with joy to know that I could have.

The Romantic

Make love to my mind

Before you touch my body

Feed my senses

With intimate words

Recite poetry into my ears

While your fingers play with my hair

Romance me in libraries

Woo me in museums

Gift me books by classic authors

Just to see the joy light my face

Read with me by firelight

Wipe away my tears

When my favorite characters die

Regale me with the tales

Of your heroic quests for knowledge

Oh scholarly warrior!

Oh brilliant suitor!

Make love to my mind

Before you touch my body

And you’ll win my heart

For all time

As I Began to Love Myself ~ by Charlie Chaplin

This is believed to have been written by Charlie Chaplin at age 70.

As I began to love myself
I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth.
Today, I know, this is Authenticity.

As I began to love myself
I understood how much it can offend somebody
if I try to force my desires on this person,
even though I knew the time was not right
and the person was not ready for it,
and even though this person was me.
Today I call this Respect.

As I began to love myself
I stopped craving for a different life,
and I could see that everything
that surrounded me
was inviting me to grow.
Today I call this Maturity.

As I began to love myself
I understood that at any circumstance,
I am in the right place at the right time,
and everything happens at the exactly right moment.
So I could be calm.
Today I call this Self-Confidence.

As I began to love myself
I quit stealing my own time,
and I stopped designing huge projects
for the future.
Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness,
things I love to do and that make my heart cheer,
and I do them in my own way
and in my own rhythm.
Today I call this Simplicity.

As I began to love myself
I freed myself of anything
that is no good for my health –
food, people, things, situations,
and everything that drew me down
and away from myself.
At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism.
Today I know it is Love of Oneself.

As I began to love myself
I quit trying to always be right,
and ever since
I was wrong less of the time.
Today I discovered that is Modesty.

As I began to love myself
I refused to go on living in the past
and worrying about the future.
Now, I only live for the moment,
where everything is happening.
Today I live each day,
day by day,
and I call it Fulfillment.

As I began to love myself
I recognized
that my mind can disturb me
and it can make me sick.
But as I connected it to my heart,
my mind became a valuable ally.
Today I call this connection Wisdom of the Heart.

We no longer need to fear arguments,
confrontations or any kind of problems
with ourselves or others.
Even stars collide,
and out of their crashing, new worlds are born.
Today I know: This is Life!

Someone Who Is Present

Dear one, you deserve someone who is present.

Someone who will not run and hide when the seas grow unsteady or the winds howl through the trees. A soul who won’t deflect your questions, your feelings or guard against your wild heart. The one meant to stand beside you won’t play games when the time comes for action. You are not meant for connections that cause you to ache. You are meant for so much more.

You deserve someone who is actively committed to the evolution of your union. Who maybe doesn’t always know the way forward, but is willing to walk through the fires beside you into the unknown. Time is the most valuable currency we have. It is far too precious to spend on someone who refuses to grow with you. You are far too precious to spend your heartbeats and tears on someone who isn’t all in, who doesn’t recognize your worth, who doesn’t show you in their daily actions that YOU are important in their heart and life.

Life is too short to be with someone who isn’t looking towards the same horizon as you.
Our days here are fleeting, our moments uncertain. The one who is meant to stand beside you will actively seek to build a future with you. In every breath they will show you that you are a priority, not an option.

You deserve someone as committed to healing and expansion as you are.
Someone who knows we are not perfect nor are we here on this planet to be. We are here to evolve as people as well as in our sacred unions. We are here to go deep, to penetrate the skin that covers these bones and heal the wounds that live in our core. We are neither here to hide nor play games, we are here to open. To love is to surrender. Surrender the beliefs of the past, the shields that we once hid behind. To love is to resolve, to expand and to evolve. To reach for an unknown shore, together.~

~Ara Campbell