On listening to desire
Sent with love this Easter weekend
I’m missing my daughter. She’s away until after Easter, singing with the choir she’s part of. I’m reminded that in just over two years, when she heads off to university, it will be this way most of the time. Just me and the boys.
The picture above was taken shortly before dropping her off. We left home two hours earlier than we needed to, and made a morning of our road trip. Whilst exploring the town near her choir course, we stumbled across a family-run food stand and ate Gyros for breakfast.
If you aren’t familiar, Gyros is Greek street food. Grilled pork, and fries, and salad and Tzatziki all wrapped in warm, home-made Pita. In my opinion it’s the tastiest fast food in the world. And most definitely not breakfast food. But it was there, and we wanted it. I have no regrets :)
This week I offer three short pieces/poems/notes to self. Two previously shared elsewhere, and one written in recent days, unpolished, and bursting with cliché.
All on the topic of desire. Listening to it. Following it. Allowing it to guide us. I hope you enjoy.
The next was shared with the following blurb, exactly two years ago:
“I’ve spent much of my life feeling afraid. Of many things, but mostly of what others may think if I express what’s in my heart. In recent years I’ve begun the journey of letting this go. This poem is a little glimpse of how this feels.”
Alive Last night I looked into life's eyes, moved my fingertips across her back, felt her softness for the first time she wore her scent like an emerald, her bruises like silk I took her hand as we left, at last, she said, at last
[I’d been listening/dancing to a lot of Etta James when I wrote that one :) ]
And finally, this. Fresh out of my notebook; as I follow my desire to move through life at my own pace. As I say no to work opportunities, that three years ago, I would have chewed my left arm off for. As I allow space for the current version of what lights me up, to arrive:
Desire
She arrives each morning,
before the world slips under the door
She doesn't shout or stamp her feet
She just points to what is next
What I need to feel alive
To be at ease
To stay in communion with all of life
She knows what is mine
She knows what is not
My only job is to listen and follow
She knows the way
Thank you for being here.
With love this Easter weekend,
Claire
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yeeeeeeeeees!
gyros IS the most delicious fast food ;)
AND
yeeeeeeeeees!
She (Desire) knows the way ♥️
thank you, thank you, Claire.