@soft_meadow
RAIN
Rinsing the dust from the long summer leaves / A rhythm on the roof through the dark hours
AMONG
A person is partly made by those they choose to be around / Moving through a community of care changes what you think is possible
CAFE
Cup refilled without being asked here / A long Tuesday afternoon filling itself in
BREAD
Broken and shared before the plates arrived / Rising all morning while the house did other things
WIND
What cannot be held can still be felt and known completely / Invisible forces move the visible world more than we remember
MOVED
Moments that undo the controlled self / Opening to what you thought you had locked
CORAL
Curving beneath the surface in great towers / On the shelf the sea is most alive
DUSK
Day leans down toward the western trees / Under the amber the shadows grow long
HOPE
Here where the darkness presses in / Our eyes adjust to find the light
WAVE
Wild at the headland and flat in the bay / A single wave began as distant weather
CAFE
Coffee dark and the corner table available / A wet coat hung on the back of the chair
BLOOM
Breaking through the soil before the frost has gone / Lavender and white against the winter mud
DUSK
Dimming the detail and leaving only outline / Under the last red light the bats appear
FREE
Facing what has held you is the beginning of no longer being held / Releasing the past does not mean it did not matter, it means you do
CORAL
Centuries of tiny lives have built this / Over the sand it reaches toward the light
SLEEP
Sun already up when the eyes close / Long slow breath and then another
ELATE
Electricity beneath the ordinary / Lifted past the ceiling of the everyday
PRIDE
Passing through the test with something left / Recovering from what was meant to break you
TRUST
Taking someone at their word / Resting in another's care
LAMP
Late and only the lamp is awake / A golden radius on the reading table
BRAVE
Bearing wounds and moving forward / Refusing to surrender to the dark
PAIN
Passed through, not around, is how it ends / A knowing in the depths that you are still here
BREAD
Bought on the way back without planning to / Rising sound from the oven before it’s ready
MEAL
Monday soup made from Sunday’s bones / Everything a little better with company
CORE
Centering in what is most essential is a daily practice / Out beyond all the peripheral is what you actually are
RIVER
Rushing through the canyon without resting / Into the flatland slowing and spreading out
MIRTH
Making laughter is the oldest medicine / In the lines of someone's helpless face
TENDER
The skin of the world is thin today / Each word must land with extra care
PAST
Putting down what you have carried from what was is the day’s real work / A past held too tightly becomes the story that prevents the next one
WAVE
Waking me long before the alarm / Arriving always from the same direction
GOOD
Goodness is not easy, it is the harder path made beautiful / Out at the far side of the hard thing, something real always waits
GALE
Going through the treetops like a rumor / All the loose things lifted and then lost
BOOK
Back at the same page after a week away / Open beside the coffee and staying open
BIKE
Brought out from the shed for the first warm day / Into the lane where the cars no longer go
SUN
Something changes in the room when it arrives / Under every shadow it has placed a warmth
HOME
How it looks when no one is performing anything / Open window for the sound of the street below
NUMB
Not quite feeling what you know is there / Under glass, the world continues on
LONELY
Looking for a voice that knows your name / Only echoes in the house tonight
FIELD
Filling now with the slow gold of July / Into the barley the wind writes its long name
STORM
Something in the air before the first rain falls / Thunder a mile off and getting closer fast
CLOCK
Caught myself watching it for the third time / Looking away and back and it hasn’t moved
ROAD
Rain just stopped and the world is washed clean / One lane narrowing where the roadworks still sit
MIST
Moving in off the water before sunrise / It is both the thing and the hiding of it
ABOUT
All understanding starts with asking what a thing is really for / Being willing to reframe is how the stuck thing starts to move
ROOM
Rearranged in the mind a hundred times unchanged / Outside the window the world finishing its day
SKY
Sometimes it is the only thing we need / Keeping every colour it has ever been
DEEP
Dwelling in the surface of a thing never satisfies the one who is alive / Everything interesting about a subject lives in the layer past the obvious
CALM
Center found beneath the day's commotion / A soft returning to yourself again
FROST
Feathering the window before daylight / Rimming the puddles with delicate glass
BIKE
Back on the road after winter’s long argument / Into the morning before the traffic remembers itself