neighbor

My neighbor steps out onto his back porch
holding his baby in the crook of his arm.
She looks around eagerly,
her small arm light on his shoulder.
She is not afraid of falling,
and she won’t, not in his arms.
I’ve held my own children just this way,
so I know this:
She will grow heavier,
holding will become harder,
and falling is inevitable—
but not from his arms.
And when the day comes
when he can no longer pick her up,
his heart will continue to hold her
with an invisible strength, often unnoticed.
This is the wonder of love,
the way we hold each other.
Like air holds clouds aloft,
like the sea holds whales suspended,
like light holds the mystery of years gone by,
our hearts carry each other.
Love expands and makes space.
Love holds the weight it needs to hold.
-kh-

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

Nature of the week:

Shadow of the week:

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What if you were the wind
flowing ‘round the world
in a whirl of hot and cold,
bold enough to blow a house down,
then a day later,
shy of the sky,
whispery, shushing, hiding,
slyly slipping around trees.
What if you roared through mountain passes,
lapped at ocean waves,
played havoc with sand,
then ran out of gusts
to sigh and sway,
breezy,
sneezy,
tousling the grain in the field,
then nosing through a bubble wand
and tossing the bubble,
twirling and swirling it,
until it arced into a yard down the street.
What if you were that bubble
flickering soapy red and green and yellow
as you rolled on the breeze
and laughed at the neighbor who looked up
just as you floated by
dipping, bobbing, and pop!
What if you were the neighbor
who looked up just in time
to see the bubble pop,
and you stopped
to smile awhile.
Oh, but you are the wind,
the bubble,
the neighbor.
At least you were
for these past few minutes.
-kh-

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

Nature of the week:

Shadow of the week:

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Carry the Calm

Karyn Henley

Love Holds the Weight

What If You Were the Wind?