I’m sure some people wouldn’t connect the word wisdom with Mother Earth, but I chose the word prompts for this month, so I say it works!
I’ve been quietly sitting back and learning so much from all of you each and every day. Thank you for drawing, writing, reading, praying, creating, inviting, asking, encouraging, and sharing however that has looked for you.
A month or so ago I asked, do we write words or do words write us? Do we write stories, or do the stories write us?
I’m still not sure of the answer, but that it’s somehow both.
And I find that to be true in these tender spaces as well.
So, on to wisdom:
I have some gray hairs on my head.
I wear them with pride, noticing
sometimes one wiry one slip from the rest
and land in front of my eyes, and I smile
and say to myself wisdom.
I have wrinkles and stretchmarks
in all the right places, sometimes
seeing them in the mirror and
remembering all my body has been through,
what she has endured, and I breathe
in and out the word wisdom.
I sit in therapy, once again discovering
things about myself I didn’t know before,
a constant unfolding and connecting
the line from the past to the future,
connecting me to my child self, asking
if I can love her better, hearing her
say yes to wisdom.
I tend to the lavender plant out front
who I’ve moved from their home in one place
to a home in another, a new pot, new soil,
new surroundings, asking them to please
keep growing and keep blooming, keep
enduring the world’s ways and proclaim wisdom.
I go for a walk in the neighborhood, feeling
the pulse of Mother Earth beneath my feet,
feeling the light breeze on my face, and I
close my eyes and take ten steps, letting life
sink deep into my being, letting joy slip
in quietly and give me her unbridled wisdom.
Wordsworth once said “to begin, begin,”
and here I am, beginning again and again
and again, every time a new utterance, a new
revelation, a new journey into the promise
of a sacred and loving world who calls out wisdom, wisdom, wisdom.
Motherly Wisdom
There is little
that cannot be
mended in
kitchen chairs
and teapots.
I’m really grateful for this space that you’ve created Kaitlin, to connect through our words, ideas, art in community. My heart is longing to find ways to continue beyond this month of May, thank you for this gift.
Wisdom is a sense
attuned to
ethereal spaces
in-between, beneath
liminal, radical
Wisdom is penetrating
invisible energy
buried roots
intangible feelings
sounds of silence
Wisdom is a window
into hidden nature
insight, intuition
into what really
matters
Wisdom is serenity
filtered, unclouded
knowing, innate
born into
nature