Her activism has propelled her to apathy
and
His pain has pushed him to anger
and
Her allegiance has landed her a bullet
and
His death brings hopelessness
and
Her teaching prompted boundaries
and
His life inspires being with all of it.
(From the Writing retreat on Linda’s Farm, Jun2010)
Mourning the passing of a barn swallow in the morning
Morning sounds of birds, squirrels, dripping water from the rains the night before
Mourning broken relationships and missed chances
This morning not knowing if the swelling inside is gratitude or sadness, but either way, tears would be easy
Mourning takes place each time I convince myself that I’m not the best choice, there’s someone else better for you out there, I’m temporary, and you prove me right
You – any of you, in any way
Each morning it starts all over again and the choices are fresh and the sounds are new but strikingly similar to yesterday’s morning and we all need food and love and raison d’etre just like every other morning and we either follow through on wanting today to be a bit better than yesterday or a bit different or just the same or we mourn what it wasn’t
I don’t want to mourn being passed over anymore and I don’t accept that there is someone better for you. I don’t want that excuse anymore to hide. I want you to take me in, hold tight and scream if necessary. Scream for me, scream it into me: “You are what I want!”
And I put my keys down and stay and we kiss and we start the morning only mourning the barn swallow
(From Miriam Hall’s Contemplative Writing Retreat on Linda’s Farm. Written in a big, beautiful barn, Jun 2010)
~enjoy the journey~ 
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