 I brought my better understanding
To the tree light of the sun porch Or did it bring my understanding back to me? My new favorite, cozy hidey-hole is located in this sweet woodsy cabin near the lake in Cascade, Idaho. I’ll be holding my first retreat of 2020 there January 9-12. Want to join me? Click here to learn more about the Bliss Camp Winter Retreat for Women!
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Meditative moment: join me in the glowy glory of this golden aspen grove near McCall, Idaho. The way the sun, bold and bare in the crisp cotton sheet of blue sky Warms the leaves of the aspen trees and makes the very air glow Runs over my taut senses like a heavy gentle settling; my breath crackles up my sternum and out to meet the silence And on the exhale I am gathered In the shared woven roots that sustain their contented height The branches of my lungs meld and weave in rhythm with the centered breath of this communion And the aspen trees sigh without concern, pleasantly held in this Autumn moment as they release their weightless leaves, one at a time The veins and spines detaching to mulch in the sacred promise of the grove  a blister, a blossom
caught in a toss-up of floundering somdays and what-ifs and sighs should she be sheepishly slipping through time lapses waiting for someone to see her through unglazed eyes? leap, they say, dare, why not try, take a chance don't let a daunting debacle derail you! have faith, they say, answer your innermost divas who cling to your apron strings yearning for glory for knowledge of simple abundance of pleasure of all that is promised within dreaming hopers "do it" life whispers, on breath laced with pearls of unlimitless guidance from somewhere without. or within.... okay, i will. she says. ®Emily Nielsen, 2014 November is white-blue speckled with brown-rust,
The sun a bold and fuzzy white eye glaring luridly on scabbed brown squares of frosted earth Brittle leaves break quickly from bare scaly branches and gather in windblown heaps among the limp garden beds The leaves, crimson and sunshine, are cycling down through the crisp air and landing lightly and without a thought, and in the crisp calm clarity of the season I allow myself to let go of those things that no longer serve me. With the support of the muted light of the sun and the hushed earth below the leaves' blanket, I release the thoughts that dampen my spirit. I gently let go of the people whose presence does not bring me comfort. I allow the hanging anxiety to disperse. These things can be released like the dry leaves from the ever-sturdy branches that continually reach for light and warmth. I welcome release, peace, and a safe space to enter into a season of darkness, knowing the lightness of letting go is nourishing for the positive growth of my soul.  Octoberby Emily Nielsen 2nd place winner, 2015 Idaho Writers Guild Literary Contest, Poetry A breath like a crinkle
caught in a breeze like Winter's flirty sigh The sky still clings to blue, though my sweater beckons. Leaves, extraordinary in their bleeding hues weave concentric blankets of yellow and ash, warmth and shadow around the silent trunks of trees like so many petrified ghosts. October. You shiver in my heightened senses Your peculiar mix of nostalgia and renewal creeping into my collar and nudging like a nibble between my shoulder blades. October. Warm colors in frigid light Early morning begging for one more hour of sleep. |
by Emily Nielsen"I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition." All posts are copyright ©Emily Nielsen
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