Earth Day Being

Earth Day – at its best – is a state of being that self perpetuating, much like life. It inspires worldview shifts and action.

What it inspired in me today was the urge to listen deeply to the ecosystem where I live. To better know this place, so I can make more aware choices and take more informed actions.

Let me introduce some of my neighbors…

Virginia bluebell buds

midnight planning

#dailypoemproject – Day 9

the moon and the great
horned owl met at midnight

I wish I spoke moon
or owl or even
night

they sounded
content, as though
a dinner party
they were planning
was coming together
nicely and they
could rest easy in skies
and nests knowing their
work was well done

I envy them their contentment.

What does poetry have to do with business and career coaching? Acts of creativity spark non-linear thinking. They help us color outside the confines of how our insecurities or unconscious social and cultural conditioning tell us we “should” be doing things. My acts of revolutionary and evolutionary creativity are almost always poems. But they could be doodles, freeform crochet, cooking without a recipe, improvisational dance or music or anything that engages your feelings, senses and intuition. What are yours?

midnight planning – 01-09-18
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Image credit: Pixabay

moments of change

some moments
change everything

like the moment you
realize that losing breakfast
— for the fourth day in a row —
can’t possibly be
something you ate

or the time you find yourself
clinging — terrified and howling — to the
quartz bones of a mountaintop
in a sundering wind
and realize it isn’t you howling —
the mountain is using your throat

it’s the moment your
blue-eyed mother’s
silvery head meets the
glossy, impervious floor with an
indescribable sound and
people in scrubs start using
words like “stroke” and “rehab”

and it’s the morning you wake up
still breathing with birdsong
and sunlight and realize that every
time you wake up still breathing
is a moment that changes
everything

because
you can
change anything
with one radical
act of choice

Daily Poem Project 2018 – day 8

What does poetry have to do with business and career coaching? Acts of creativity spark non-linear thinking. They help us color outside the confines of how our insecurities or unconscious social and cultural conditioning tell us we “should” be doing things. My acts of revolutionary and evolutionary creativity are almost always poems. But they could be doodles, freeform crochet, cooking without a recipe, improvisational dance or music or anything that engages your feelings, senses and intuition. What are yours?

© 2018 Tracie Nichols – all rights reserved
Image credit: Pixabay (Quangpraha)

#dailypoemproject days 4 – 6

Day 4…

edges fascinate me

with their
ephemeral nature
with their potentials
found only
on this edge
in this moment
and never again

with their dangerous
and exciting
discomfort and
their invitation to step
— quivering —
off them and tumble
into the unknown

Edges … 01-04-18

Day 5…

waiting
anonymous room
disconnected people
uncomfortable silence
–then–
bright eyed smile on
unsteady sturdy legs
pink flower bobbing
“Colorful!” “Purple!”
crayon clatter
tiny running steps
scatter rainbows
paint flickers of joy
spark shy shared smiles
smatterings of connection
invoke life
in this 
lifeless place

Untitled 1; 01-05-18

Day 6…

down the gray gravel drive
turn away
from crumbling red sandstone
barn walls
take the ordinary sidewalk
toward the old/new
patchwork house

— but —

if you value ordinariness….
……don’t step off the sidewalk
if you fear wildness disguised as normalcy….
…..stay on the cement

— but —

if you hear whispering
fairy folk
or find your soul tugged
by unseen (but very felt) wonder
then step encouragingly to
your left
touching soles
to grass

let your animal
body guide

maybe you will meet the dragon
in the pin oak
or the merfolk hide-and-seeking
in the red stone creek

perhaps you will be invited to
sit with the council of all
beings led today by
heron, hawk, and owl

maybe you will find stillness
by the fire circle
see yourself
afresh by flickering
flamelight
see your very own
fierce dragonheart gleaming
in your human eyes

perhaps you will gather
your fire emerald wings
and loft toward
Orion’s belt
soaring homeward
on winds of wonder
to land
— eyes sharp with dragonlight —
in your space
seeing finally its own
unseen magic.

Don’t be afraid to step off the sidewalk – 01-06-18

anticlimax

after
tangerine and
raspberry mellowing
to lemon and
lavender
that moment when
the pale eye of
the winter sun rotates
into view

— anticlimax —

almost as if the
fire and ice borderlands
of dawn and dusk
are where the true
magic happens

Daily Poem Project 2018 – day 3

What does poetry have to do with business and career coaching? Acts of creativity spark non-linear thinking. They help us color outside the confines of how our insecurities or unconscious social and cultural conditioning tell us we “should” be doing things. My acts of revolutionary and evolutionary creativity are almost always poems. But they could be doodles, freeform crochet, cooking without a recipe, improvisational dance or music or anything that engages your feelings, senses and intuition. What are yours?

© 2018 Tracie Nichols – all rights reserved
image credit: Tracie Nichols

Revenge of the muse

a poem
a day.
what was I thinking
announcing it
to the
world?
did
enthusiasm or
foolhardiness cadge
control of my mouth?
perhaps this is
my muse
declaring “Payment due.”
for all those
inspirations offered
and
declined.

Daily Poem Project 2018 – day 2

What does poetry have to do with business and career coaching? Acts of creativity spark non-linear thinking. They help us color outside the confines of how our insecurities or unconscious social and cultural conditioning tell us we “should” be doing things. My acts of revolutionary and evolutionary creativity are almost always poems. But they could be doodles, freeform crochet, cooking without a recipe, improvisational dance or music or anything that engages your feelings, senses and intuition. What are yours?

© 2018 Tracie Nichols – all rights reserved
image credit: Tracie Nichols

Frost

glittering waves
skirt window edges
break across glass beachheads
fracture into fiery galaxies
painting possibilities
—infinite points of wonder—
across my earth and fire eyes

Daily Poem Project 2018 – 1 day … 1 poem … 365 days

What does poetry have to do with business and career coaching? Acts of creativity spark non-linear thinking. They help us color outside the confines of how our insecurities or unconscious social and cultural conditioning tell us we “should” be doing things. My acts of revolutionary and evolutionary creativity are almost always poems. But they could be doodles, freeform crochet, cooking without a recipe, improvisational dance or music or anything that engages your feelings, senses and intuition. What are yours?

© 2018 Tracie Nichols – all rights reserved
image credit: Tracie Nichols

Together we RISE

Together we RISE | TracieNichols.com
standing under the arc of night, 
feet planted on the earth, 
arms raised to the moon 
fingers reaching for dashing clouds, 

deep sky darkness
meets
rich earth darkness
igniting dark
sacredness
in my 
belly

and I rise…

grey hair and
aching joints
irrelevant

doubts 
fears
shame
irrelevant

courage rises
determination
resilience
strength

my fierce rises
out of the tidy 
box on the straight-laced
shelf
where - in
exhaustion and 
disillusion -
I hid her
extinguished
diminished
pale
skeletal
remnants

where she 
slept
growling
uneasy

but tonight

tonight
SHE invites
and I rise

SHE 
beckons
and I rise
striding where
SHE
leads
planting
HER 
wild-hearted 
power 
deep
deep
deep
in my 
body

skin melting
bones humming
blood singing
I know this place
I know this woman
this me
this sister of stars 
and streams and storms

SHE the singing darkness
SHE reteaches me
SHE rekindles me

SHE releases me

together we illuminate
we shine we glow we beam
together we RISE
again and always

© 2016 Tracie Nichols
All rights reserved.

Question for my children

Question for my children | TracieNichols.com
Who do you imagine I am?

Every day since you
emerged protesting
into the rude glare of 
fluorescent hospital 
lights 
you’ve 
known
mother.

A person
{we won’t even speculate if gender enters into it}
who makes rules
picks gravel from cuts
puts dinner on
the table at 6
o’clock {most} nights.
Rescues. 
Listens.
Teaches.

A person who
exists 
for you?


Maybe those 
haphazard take-out food
nights when dinner was
distraction,

maybe you glimpsed
my shadow 
behind 
the mother mask?

did tendrils of 
untamed mixed silver
hair slip free
when I wasn’t 
looking?

Or did my carefully
muted wild woman
howls 
escape
in your 
hearing?

Did you wonder
at stealthy footfalls
on full moon
nights?

The creak of the
long-since-locked
kitchen door
giving away 
my yearning to be
coated in
her silver light...


I never was like
all the other 
moms

no matter
how hard
I tried 
to stuff my
round wandering 
self into
their mold.

Our house smelled
like herbs 
and oils
and all your friends 
noticed.

I wrote with the
voice of wildness
and tried to heal
broken souls
while healing
my own.

Maybe the harder
I tried to look
the same 
the more
different I
seemed?

You who are 
fragments of me
wrapped in unique
and wonderful souls…

who do you imagine I am?

© 2016 Tracie Nichols
All rights reserved.

*First published on April 24, 2016 at Kind Over Matter as WHO DO YOU IMAGINE I AM?

in which she imagines how it would feel to put down the weight of the world….

What if I surrendered? | TracieNichols.com
I sat on the lumpy edge
of my bed this morning

hair twisted into a towel
clothes for the day
in a gray and blue pile
tired. so tired.
too tired to prevent 
the thought

“my heart is breaking.
dying would be such a relief.”

understand
today is no different 
than yesterday

when I had no such
thought

its just today
the mask 
slipped

my stoic stance
wobbled

but….
compared to so many
women in the world 
my life is easy

oy!
so, now I’m piling 
guilt and shaming 
on top of 
brokenheartedness

why must I prove my 
right to be brokenhearted?

why can’t I let the world see
when I’m unsure?

what if - for just one day - 
I stepped
out of my
stoicism?

what if I simply lay down
and let the leaves
cover me?

would that make me a failure?

and what if I laid it down 
for more than a day?

what if I surrendered?

would that make me 
a disappointment?

and what if I
let the smiling mask 
fall?

what then?

what if the face
I turned to yours
was a face full of 
grief? 

perhaps even a face
etched with despair

a face disillusioned
and unsure

what then?

because, today,
that is what is written
on my face.

carved deeply in the 
lines around my useless-feeling
mouth.

engraved around my 
welling eyes. 

bearing down on 
my bowed head.

a lifetime of holding
up when all I 
wanted was to 
let go

what happens
when that’s
the face I
show you?

what then?

© 2017 Tracie Nichols
All rights reserved.