Giftwrapped Serendipity

“Everything precious can be replaced.” ~ Victoria Stuart

I sent out a prayer
to open myself to the next
level of being in relationship.
Hoping to experience ease and pleasure.
And the responsive universe
immediately brought me gifts
— the type that used to make me
cringe, flee, cry, despair.
Growth, it seems, requires facing,
allowing all the experiences
I judged as bad, harmful, toxic
and first hid from, then escaped
before gathering courage to stand up to,
identify and protect myself from.
And always, they’ve exited the stage
only to enter again, stage right —
stage fright, house left —
dressed in different clothing.
Every experience I have resisted
clings to me, an energetic stamp
wrapping tight arms around me
in a death squeeze. Go away!
I proclaim, safe in the knowledge
that I have been a victim,
I’ve been traumatized,
for God’s sake!
Whose god?
Who’s God?
If I’m god, this is for my sake?
The gift becomes evident by its wrapping
scales of glittery resistance. I can spend
my days investigating, labeling, singing long and
passionately about it. But I keep sending out
my intention until now I see
if I can embrace the resistance I wrap
around this experience, there may well be
beauty inside. I never bother to open
the actual gift, I just resist
and resist the so-called toxic
wrapping, send it away and act
surprised when it arrives the next
moment, the loving universe yelling,
“Oh, my dearest love, surprise!”

Daily Ragtag Prompt: Scale

Inspired by the Word of The Day Challenge: Serendipity

I recycle 2016 Daily Word Prompts: Pleasure


“Often, those most willing to condemn the actions of others have long lost touch with their own essence; otherwise, they would have more compassion and understanding.”  — Michael Meade

What if, whenever someone judges others,

tries and convicts, condemns them in one sweeping glance,

I stand unflinching and hear their true cry for help?

What if I could simply be a mirror,

letting the missiles they fire

slide off me like water?

There is no healing in reaction,

and those in pain sometimes have the most exquisitely

honed aim, designed to keep

potential allies and rescue workers

cringing in their own discomfort.

What will it take for me to stand raw,

open, authentic,

and say:

Thank you for delivering

this distressing lesson;

for your courage

to keep your soul mission dominant

even when calling me to wake

involves injecting poison.

Thank you for believing in my strength

to administer the antidote —

the heart-opening, mind-clearing compassion

for the path both of us are taking

in this very present moment.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: dominant


Speak up, darling

To be perfectly candid
would invite attack from all sides,
so I attempt a simple request:
please don’t call me names.
Even that is greeted by hostility.
Why do you stay,
you may ask.
I am finally strong enough to say
if I can’t stand up authentically
in my own family,
isn’t every other voice I use
a lie? And if I retreat from this aggressive
treatment, won’t I simply recreate it
once I am “away”?
It is becoming quite clear
that now is the time to speak my truth
with as much compassion as I can gather
for the ears, so long shielded,
and the eyes, so long blindfolded,
who do not like what they hear
and want to change what they see.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: candid