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!
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
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 all that is promised
within dreaming hopers
"do it" life whispers,
on breath laced with pearls of
unlimitless guidance from
okay, i will.
®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.
by 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.
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.
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."
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