Sun dappled toes. Salt scented air wafting, whispering, ‘Rest, savor, be.’ Exotic birds serenading, ‘Welcome to our home.’ Cerulean seas kissing silken sand. Feasting, frolicking, flipping fish, Painting the corral landscape: amethyst, magenta, sapphire and lime. Fragrant flowers displaying ruby, diamond and golden hues. Sunset canvas unfolding in the evening sky. Mindful of color, embracing…
Category: Poetry
Remembering: Feb. 23, 2007
8 years ago today, my Dad, Jim Heaney, left this physical world to journey beyond. I miss him. Two weeks before he died he spent a week looking after his three grandchildren, with my Mom, while my husband and I SoulStrolled in Paris. He loved them dearly and I wish he’d been able to have…
Love Poem for Paris
You welcome me over and over again as I return to hold your hand and lose myself upon your cobblestone streets. Deep-seated joy arises as we land at Charles de Gaulle, and the RER carries me across your threshold. The center of my being expands, and I fall in love again. Along…
Practicing Simplicity this Holiday Season
First, say ‘yes’ to Simplicity. Carry your soul tenderly. When necessary, and often, ask for hugs. Breathe deeply, relishing the pause. Slow down and listen in the stillness. Embrace the night as a dear friend. Walk with intention, holding loosely your expectations. Savor the ordinary. Laugh often. Eat well. Kick up your heels and dance….
Land of Eire
Passing through portals I am met by six legged creatures and my father’s voice whispers on the wind, ‘No wonder you’ve always loved mystery.’ Ancient ancestors from the Heaney clan call my name as their…
Letting Go – Fall Trees
Letting Go – Fall Trees I wonder how you feel when your leaves change color and fall to the ground. Do you feel exposed, as you let go of that which has nourished, fed and clothed you through the seasons? I wonder, what if I lean into the changing seasons and let go like you?…
Laughing Ladies
Strolling around the corner in the Jardin du Luxembourg I can hardly believe my eyes – four of you ensconced upon your marble bench emitting laughter and joy through your sculpted presence. My heart skipping a beat as I laugh out loud with you. Giddily enjoying one another’s company, sitting about in your…
Urban Paris Pilgrimage: Where sole greets soul….
I’ve been absent from writing for a few months. Yet, here I am, showing up to the page, letting you lovely readers know that there is one spot remaining for our Urban Paris Pilgrimage: where sole greets soul, May 2 – 9, 2015. Why I’ve been absent from the page is a long list of…
What shape is my life?
Conversation with a scallop shell You’ve been calling to me from your marine mollusk home for quite some time – Whispering to me via gifts from friends Pendants on necklaces Surprising me in a box wrapped with string Words inscribed “Unless you leave room for serendipity, how can the divine enter in? The beginning of…
Blessing of Water
This poem is in response to a prompt from the Writer’s Gathering I attend here in Seattle. We’d read through ‘Beannacht ‘(Blessing) by John O’Donahue from Echoes of Memory, and the following line stood out for me: “May the fluency of ocean be yours.” Blessing of Water “May the fluency of ocean be yours.” May…
Floating on the edge of waiting
This poem was inspired via a writing prompt at the Writer’s Gathering I attend on Monday evenings, here in Seattle. The initial prompt was to write down one word describing how you were feeling. The second was pulling an ‘angel word’ out of a cup and then using that word, along with your feeling word…
The Magic of Circling
You are a different type of threshold crossing. When I was younger shopping with my mom at the Hudson’s Bay Company you were there, welcoming me. I could hardly wait to enter your circular chamber and dance merrily about, my mom beckoning me to exit; for she was on a mission, a quest, errands to…
Sharon Richards 