It calls to me, the waves of Lake Michigan

Inward and outward like the breath

Reminding me that there is spaciousness,

There is tender-heartedness and danger wrapped in one.

And that's okay, because we can hold the fear and love--together

Wrapped into the cyclical nature of all things,

Light and dark.

Breathe with me

Once and again, once and again.

Undulation and rebirth, ever more. 

A Saturday Sun Poem:

Thank you for the golden light
That allows me to remember:

the wind in my hair
the joy of laughter
the spirit of magic
the whispers of joy

Thank you for the warmth
That soothes an ache I can't name:

the longing of memory
the stillness of sorrow
the restlessness of heart
the passing of time

Thank you for the way 
you paint a picture of home:

the greens and blues
the subtle hues
of pink and orange
that pull me outward
when I struggle within