There are no words to describe this level of brokenness…
No glue that could repair a shattering of this magnitude…
Nay….
So we gingerly tuck away the debris in a sacred, secret, safe space… where it lays in wait for the elixir that when mixed with the remains transforms them into a force that can no longer be reckoned with.
©Dani
10-1-2021
A picnic in a rain storm
Was something we use to do
A little mommy and me time
That was just between us two
We’d hit up a local drive-thru
And get our favorite meal to go
Then race to our destination
So we could eat and enjoy the show
We would drive in slowly
Where the water was raining down
Then neon rainbow soap suds
Would be swooshing all around
It was easy to imagine
We were in a great big storm
Watching from inside our car
While keeping safe and warm
Then magically the sun came out
And the wind would blow us dry
We’d drive out looking good as new
Underneath a bright blue sky
How fondly I recall those days
Though dollars were few to spend
The simple sweet connectedness
Of us relishing pretend
8-27-2021
A moment of sadness pours into my cup until it’s nearly overflowing.
A warm haunting melancholy ensues over what wasn’t, what isn’t, and what might not be going forward.
I drink it down…not slowly, not quickly, but evenly with rapt acknowledgement.
Undaunted I pour a new cup of warm sweet sustenance and fill it with Love, determination, and Hope (however audacious) then drink it down slowly until it permeates my soul.
©Dani Heart
5-10-2020
a Heart on the matter 