come back to me...
sunset self-portrait . gearhart, oregon . august 20, 2010
I come from quiet, storming stardust
I come from skipping stones on seven rivers
I come from reflected, reaching purple mountains
I come from the unafraid, soaring shadow of the heron's wing
I come from the moaning, oming whales
Shadow, bring me exploding courage
Bring me stretching, inward roots
Shadow, bring me sun-centered source
Come back to me stardust, fill me with delight
Come back to me skipping, plopping stones, bring me the stories
Come back to me
Shadow
Come back to me
*****
This evening, I spent time with a group of incredible women at a local doula meeting. I was the guest speaker, and they gave me the gift of letting me share some of my stories and then indulging me when I asked if we could write some poetry. My body is still vibrating a bit with the beauty that reveals itself when women share their stories and unearth the poems that live inside them.
As I drove home, I felt called to find a legal pad that sits under the pile of many things beside my bed. This paper houses the poems I have written at several workshops and the words that pushed me to begin this blog. As I read the poem above that I wrote in a 2008 workshop with (the goddess of life who is) Susan Wooldridge, I am struck by the truths it holds and deeply wish that someone had whispered my own words to me a year ago. There is beauty to be found in revisiting our writing and seeing ourselves reflected. In this moment, I am grateful to my younger self for her wisdom and bravery that would hold her through all that was to come.
poetry in poem notes
Reader Comments (7)
So proud of you and glad that you had such a wonder-filled time!
your light shines bright and clear.
my heart is full.
love this, liz! thank you.
Must be something in the air today because
I woke up thinking of my maiden self today.
Your words are such sweet musings!
Thank you Liz the young for your wise words!
That is one seriously awesome photo. Look at you standing in your power. Beautiful.
your work is awesome- the poetry, the photos, the post itself-- so open & honest as always. i especially love the photo of your husband holding ellie & she looking at him w/a sort of "smurk" on her face-- just adorable. thanks for posting.
its been a while since i've checked in here, though i follow you on flickr.
susan's book was a monumental force in my writing over the last year. i cherish that book more than most possessions i have. i'm really enjoying catching up on your blog. are you a doula, too?