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Sound Bath

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I did my first yoga class in nine years yesterday. I still felt strong in my body and safe to move since the bioenergetic conference over the weekend. I felt a confidence in my abilities again. It felt really good.

But by last evening I was really sore. I heated my muscles and I iced before bed. I slept well and woke up even more sore. Tight hamstrings, leading to a tight low back, it felt like inflammation in every muscle and joint.

I went for my morning walk hoping to feel looser while walking and moving my body. It was tough to go, but I knew it would help my sore muscles. What I didn’t expect though, was the complete loss of pain that eventually washed over me.

It was gradual so I didn’t notice it at first. I was lulled by the gentle roll of the waves as I walked along the shore. Each wave lost its white cap as it rolled over the sand. The water stretched as far as it could possibly go each time before returning to the sea. It left water pooling as the next wave rolled over towards shore. The rhythm of the waves became a sound bath. As I walked bathed in this entrancing and therapeutic sound, all the tightness and pain left my body. I had immense gratitude for nature providing the exact healing event for what I needed that day.

I looked up at the sky and felt reassurance of its vast strength. To remember it holds me as I heal and feel strong again, and all the time.

Softness

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Spring, misting rain, white crocuses
And a thick carpet of green grass
A rabbit with grey hair and a white cottontail
Crouching not far from me across the grass
I was sure if I touched the rabbit’s fur
It would feel as soft as my beautiful boy’s hair
In the rare moments he lets me linger there
Inhaling the moment wistfully wondering
What if we can just stay there
This time, standing, I stopped and starred
Caught in the same thought
What if we can just stay here
Just stay here and stare

I wanted to share this poem and I would love to hear feedback if you want to share with me. I don’t have much experience with poetry, but I keep trying to learn and write poetry because I love how it allows me to express my experiences, values, and emotions, and feel connected to myself and others. That universal human experience kind of connection. The feeling of being whole, grounded, and timeless in the universe. I would love to hear what you love about poetry or what it means in your life too. 

For a little background, I wrote this poem when my son was two. In some ways my life isn’t too much different now than it was then. My son is a little older and I have a second child now, but I think it was a moment in time that I was experiencing a shift in myself and my inner world. 

We were taking a walk, like we did most days in our neighborhood that spring. That day we were clad in rain boots and rain jackets watching the storm drains with rushing waterfalls, finding small rocks to throw in and hear the kerplunck each time the rock hit the water (thank you DPW workers for cleaning those out from time to time), exploring the small “rivers” that formed in the dirt road from rain over night, and splashing in puddles we found. We had stopped in the neighbors yard next door to admire some of the flowers, green grass, and bunnies there. I wrote this poem in a little notebook that was in my pocket, while my son was engrossed in watching a bunny eating grass a few feet away.

I’m not sure if this poem is done or not. I am not sure if I want to make it into a certain form of poem. I keep coming back to it and trying new things, but this is its original form. I will let you know if I find a way to recreate this poem that feels finished to me in the future!