Fingertips
and breath through lips
you skim against skin
and goosebumps rise.
Awake
Aware
with bated breath
I wait.
More.
Rough and ragged.
Flesh once smooth
now
scored and scarred.
Damaged walls protect
inner softness.
What lies within
concealed.
Supportive and nurturing
and yet
thick walls hide
what lies beneath.
Like the tree I have thick walls, although unlike the tree, as I age those walls become thinner. You chip away at them again and again, tirelessly exposing the meaty softness of tender wood beneath. And yet, there is always more bark… more walls to work through. The bark of this fir tree marks a part of my ‘self’ that I strive to defeat… strive to find balance with. Each year we are together, I get a little bit closer to finding that balance between damaged mess and flawed perfection. Each year, you help me find another step along that path.
Thank you.
Pull (at least) three cards and use them to write about a magical spell.
There was once a young girl (The Fool) named Emmaline that spent all of her time frolicking by herself (The Hermit) in the forest among the Fae. They taught her many things (The Hierophant) and filled her days with an abundance of joy (The Sun).
Her mother was worried for her daughters safety (The Empress), and did everything in her power to dissuade Emmaline from going out into the woods on her own (The Magician). When nothing seemed to work, the mother eventually consulted with the old crone witch that lived at the edge of their village (The High Priestess).
The witch was powerful and used her significant magical abilities (Strength) to cast a spell upon Emmaline and pin the girl in place at home (The Hanged Man).
It worked! But it made Emmaline very sad, and the Fae missed her very much (The Tower). So much so that they came to rescue the little girl (The Chariot) and allowed Emmaline to choose if she wanted to live in the forest forever or stay at home with her mother (The Lovers).
Emmaline chose the woods (Death).
The Fae’s powerful magic broke the spell and the little girl bounded off into the forest with the Fae, never to be seen again by human eyes (The World).
Hidden deep
swirled within
a bit of spark
has found its home.
Quiet and sweet,
wild but shy
it lingers
trusting
but not alone.
A piece of nature,
a home to one
entrusted
to me.
I can sense the energy of what lives within this broken shell, a little spark glimmering in the dark, hidden beneath the shell. It lives in my home, invited and cared for, carefully loved and given a spot all its own. Perhaps some day it will feel safe enough to peek out and say hello.
I can’t see me
lovin’ nobody but you
For all my life
When you’re with me,
baby the skies’ll be blue
For all my life
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice,
it had to be
The only one for me is you,
and you for me
So happy together
Okay, so I didn’t write today’s little poem. They’re actually from the song “Happy Together” by The Turtles. But…. it was just so perfect for the picture.
The thing is? You are my support… and I’m yours. Just like the branch above and organisms that make their life upon it. Some might classify our relationship as co-dependent, but I don’t see it that way. I see it as a perfect balance of support reinforced with the snug comfort of love added in.