Containers

There is a force

Alive and rampant

A feeling becomes thought

And the thoughts build

Looking for a container

The vessel becomes full

Words

Overflow on the page

They flood and spread

Flow and ebb

Burst

and give over

What was within

For a moment replete

The energy recedes

And the human breathes

But creation at its core

Is all just

Raw

Energy

And the only way to control it

Is to let it enervate

Every moment

With feeling

Remembering at all times

This is living

As a mere human being.

We are a dot in time

Less relevant than a flower

Becoming a seed

Blown on the wind

Returning to the creator

Indulging its whims

And trying to withstand

Being a fragile container

Holding in checkA

All that

Almighty power

*a photo I took looking out over the sea on a beautiful morning at the coast a year or so ago – the little memorial plaques mark where someone has released ashes. I was humbled by the thought it all ends – but it also encapsulates what it is to be human – up and down we go – the pace relentless while life runs through us

3 thoughts on “Containers

  1. Kate, reading your words and just “seeing” your name lit up my soul! We are such fragile containers. Things overflow so easily. Someone asked me yesterday, “How are you able to keep up with all that’s going on in your life?”
    “It’s life,” I replied. And I’m happy to be a part of it. I’m constantly learning. Each day is its own adventure.
    It’s taken me nearly 56 years, this cancer, the divorces, my “boys” leaving, careers ending and beginning…all of it…life…to know this: I control very LITTLE. And when I feel “out of control” it’s because I was never MEANT to have it to begin. I can control how I react to all of it.
    Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. We will return to dust. We’re all going through life for the first time.
    I FEEL hard and I sense things–my perceptions, dreams, and constant curiosity can make things more “challenging” so I’m learning how to bend in the wind, go ahead and tip a little before the container overfills TOO much (unless it’s love?), and to use my raw energy to help others.
    When I CAN’T get it out in words, I have to get in nature. I’ve been limiting distractions for 3 months now to better care for my health. I’m training and pacing so when the floods rise and become swift I’ll take to the position of floating the best I can. If anything, my journey reminds me daily to live as though it IS my last day.
    I’m so happy you’re in my life. I’m sending much love, dear Kate. You’re a light in this world. XO ❣️❣️❣️

    • Dear Karla, Thankyou for your beautiful message, you keep your light beaming despite everything and are an inspiration. Don’t worry about floating, you are held and won’t sink, lovely to hear from you, keep shining 💕🫶🍃

      • You’re so welcome, Kate. What a beautiful message to me, too! You keep shining, my friend. I’ve missed you and it’s so good to see you. ❣️❣️🤗

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