The internal medicine cup
From which my soul sips holds
salt water waves
tree leaves patterned against a blue sky
Earth
Wildflowers
Mist rising from ancient ponds
Bougainvillea fronds
The smell of rain
And the feel of a dogs warm body
Nestled against my side
It is morning black coffee
And evening prayers
It is the smell of incense wafting on cool evening air
And candles just snuffed
A breeze that tangles in curtains, making them puff
It is magpies in the morning
And a Willy wag tail at midnight
It is the scratch of my pen across a page
Writing directly from my heart
The words that flow
With no thought for
“Is it good enough?”
“Does this make sense?”
“What will they think?”
I write for myself
To create an authentic life
Sinking deeper into alignment.
The pen is a wand breathing magic to life
Yearning seeks clarity
Integrity asks only
“Is this life as you would have it?”
My only wish, is that all we have the courage to move honestly and sincerely towards what fills our individual soul with light and peace
And that is a different thing
For every body
More photos from a week-end of salt water and nature
A joy to read you, Kate. Your absence is noticed. I know you’ve been busy. Loving the scene and questions posed. 🙏🏻
Hi Michelle thankyou for those words, I have to be away from myself sometimes in order to write with clarity. A change of scene externally refreshes my internal browser 😊
Insightful response. Thank you. 🦋
“I write for myself to create an authentic life…” and every word you wrote. “Filling the heart vessel”. You always appear just when I need it, dear friend. The evolution of energy, the haphazards of health, the unexpected unknowns, and the joy of nature, dogs, and simplicity. When heaviness is all around, I hear you and see you. Soon, I’m going away for a salt water and air rejuvenation time. I’ve always been a mountain girl and a friend from college retired and has time share points. She came to me. After trying days, no treatment on Thursday due to very elevated liver enzymes, blood pressure, and counts, I’m happy to “risk” it. No fear. To fly away and just “be”. You’re a breath of fresh air, Kate. It’s always a joy and delight to see you. It doesn’t matter how often. Much love and hugs, dear friend. X
Whilst away Karla, read Martha Beck – I read her book on integrity this week-end whilst I was by myself and it has had such an impact. We must be in alignment with our soul in order to thrive. I have begun shifting small stones that weigh me down, things I didn’t know I carried in my pockets. I hope you regain your health soon, I am glad you are heading into retreat – the natural places are so healing and even though I have natural places at home, different places heal different parts of us.
All of this word salad to say …you resonate as always with my soul. X
Thank you, dear friend. I’m checking it out now….yes, shifting the stones. I’ve been reading Resilience and a book on growth. Silly lymph nodes show cancer, it’s still in the bones…but my heart is better than ever. Youngest son and I are growing and being relentlessly honest—it’s a start. This journey has impacted them in ways I can’t imagine too. If I’m not growing, Kate, I truly am dying. Thus, I live. X
Soar upwards Karla my friend – I truly do not believe that your path is anywhere but towards vibrant health.
Thank you, my dear friend. ❣️❣️❣️
Always love your words ❤️
Thanks Michelle, that’s lovely to hear ❤️
I LOVE this one, Kate! “The medicine cup from which my soul sips” — Just perfect! I resonate with every word! And what mysterious trees — Are they eucalypts?
Camilla they are eucalypts – there are many varieties – a fire has gone through recently on one side of the track and the seed pods are open on that side – our natives often need fire to germinate
They’re beautiful trees! Some species here (lodgepole pine, sequoia, e.g.) are fire-dependent, too.
I have heard that the indigenous peoples of your country have a long (indeed ancient) history of expertise in the use of controlled fire. Pity those of late have been of the uncontrolled variety (“the white man’s karma” someone I know calls wildfire). But it is heartening to know that out of that, those grand and mysterious trees will propagate. Nature constantly works to restore balance.
The land has regenerated beautifully since the large wild fires of a few years ago Camilla, nature is a constant source of amazement. And yes, aboriginals have always lit fires in the landscape – many old bushman/farmers do the same thing. It causes regeneration and extinguished fuel sources that would otherwise cause massive blazes.
Very nice poem. Forests in AUS are so cool looking. Very ‘foreign’ from what I’m used to (as is the Willy wag tail).
Hi Jeff, the Willy Wag Tail is a sweet little bird that is so called because he is always wagging his tail – and he seems to stay up all night and calls like the sun is coming up but you check the time and it is anywhere between 10pm and 5am.
I appreciate and agree with the declarations you’ve made here, Kate. The pressure of trying to write to please others is a tiresome burden. ~Ed.