When I first read this poem by Danielle Doby I immediately cried. The words felt like home…it put a voice to something that I had felt inside me for so long but could not name.
I used to hold a lot of shame around the part of me that felt like a “late bloomer”. Now I feel so much gratitude for the meandering path my heart has taken to create this sweet little life that is beginning holding all of me.
-Christy Lochary
Poetry
Wild Geese, Mary Oliver
Words from Mary Oliver’s poem, Wild Geese. My heart wants to read these words over and over this week. These past few months the busy part of myself has been showing up. And I can feel my body calling for rest, a reminder that I am a part of this wonderful wild earth and it’s ok to be still.
-Christy
I am imperfect… Yes!
I am imperfect…
a work in progress…
a fresh start every day.
I am already full of life,
and seeking definition and clarity…
Hello Resistant Part
Hello Resistant Part
I have a Resistant Part of myself. When I meditate on it, this part seems as if it’s as old as dirt…that it has been with me most of my life protecting me from experiencing stories that my brain has deemed unsafe in the past…
Weight
Weight. On my soul, my eyes, on my body. So much weight. It feels hard to move. Stuck in the muck of life. Rooted in the ‘not enough part’. Not enough, so must consume and consume and consume, everything. Too much, too many, too, too, too. Heavy. Is it loving to write these words? To…
Yes, and…
I am here because… I want to love me. I want to love life… even the parts I don’t want. I want to accept that I will never be done trying to love all the parts. This is not a fight to the death… and it also is. And I see I am not alone,…
My Heart is a Voyager
My heart is a voyager Feeling the unknown like a tide Feeling the pulse and pull She sails the high seas Through ups and downs Calm and storm She calls them waves and rides them as they appear My dear heart She moves toward the dark The depth The beasts At the same time she…
Let’s Play
While I was searching for answers outside myself you came to me With just a little knock and a sweet connecting of eyes Yes, hello heart I am right here and so are you Let’s play even if its for a small moment
Rest
The rain drops fell and she wanted to rest. Rest in the warmth of her own precious heart, and everything went on around her.
Here I am again
Here I am again. Do I give myself up for other? Do I stay with myself, my experience? I want to want me. I can feel it in my core. Solid and warm. Right there. When I stop and breathe, there she is. Tiny and wild, naked with mud on her belly and feathers in…
