for todaypeace ridesthe swell and collapse of mylung-cradling ribsas I breathe myselfinto clear-eyed acceptance that the body gets what the body needs no matter how stridently “shoulds”fling their shame at the tender walls of my heart. Poems for Peace #6© 2018 Tracie Nichols I was inspired to write daily Poems for Peace by Beth Owls' Daughter and her post …
Poem for Peace #5
peace today livesin the soft silencesbetween laughter and hand claspsPoems for Peace #5© 2018 Tracie NicholsI was inspired to post a new Poem for Peace daily through Dec. 31, 2018 by Beth Owls' Daughter and her post "Embrace the Quiet That Is Nature’s Gift: The Halcyon Days Are Here." Doing something daily to enfold myself in …
Poem for Peace #4
it’s the leaves, you knowit’s all their doingmasters modelingthis seasonal slipinto surrendertree lungsteaching methe truth oflivingthe way theyrest so trustinglyin the crookedgrey-browndips and hollowsbetween tree kneesthe way they rustle and sighsoft relief sweepsas they gift firsttree then air then earthwith their willingnesswith their fading wild beautywith their wisdomin restingin becominggroundoh….but it’s the promise of theirtender green riseof …
Poem for Peace #3
todaypeace comesfrom knowing Iwill spend hours inthe company of well-beloved peoplePoems for Peace #3© 2018 Tracie Nichols
Poem for Peace #2
peace comes this morningwith sun kissing ice awakespark….gleam...flash...glitter!Poems for Peace #2© 2018 Tracie Nichols
Poem for Peace #1
my blue-tipped fingersstumble acrossthese black-capped keysdashing to capturea sweet momentof peace taughtto me by the dancingsunlight glinting acrosswinter-bare branchesoutside my orchid andcrystal-cluttered windowand then I stopand laughhow silly tobe dashing to capture peacewhen all I need do is pausebreatheappreciatePoems for Peace #1© 2018 Tracie Nichols
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She who speaks life
We often choose a name that seems accurate for us, but that isn't big enough to contain our entire life. -- Margaret J. Wheatley I've been thinking a lot about identity these days as I talk with women about things like aging, being body wise, being highly sensitive - about planting our staffs in our …
sometimes
sometimes riding life's currents requires a wider stance a lower center of gravity spacious fluid joints sometimes rubbing along life's twists is as comfortable as tender new skin abruptly meeting sharp, shifting gravel shards sometimes life's molten, shaking growth spurts ask us to be something we've never been that's OK every mountain and river and …
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I'm slowing down. That's a stage of life rhythm - not an indictment. - Tracie Nichols The most interesting stuff happens when I’m showering. In my head, I mean. This morning, for example, this cloud of mosquito thoughts dodging around the periphery of my brain came together finally and handed me this insight: No matter …
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