I am back from the Redwoods with much inspiration and a brain overflowing with ideas! I am really looking forward to sharing them with you. I hope your week is off to a beautiful start. This is a poem I wrote when I came back from my trip (there wasn’t a lot of time for writing there, but I have many a thing to write on now). I hope you enjoy it, and I promise a lengthier essay for everyone and a podcast are on the way this week! Happy April to all of you beautiful people.
Thinking in the form of a tree
Going to the woods was supposed to clear my head
But I spent every night thinking about all of them instead
My demons and my angels, my friends and my enemies
Calling out for someone to come and rescue me
From drowning in my twisted rivers of anxiety
There’s love down in the soil and up in the leaves
And I know that it’s floating right on down to me
There’s beauty in the sunset and the stars under the fire
When you know you’re at that place where you can’t fly any higher
The roots will always be intact, and my skin will sink like sand
I know when we’re home, we’ll listen to our favorite bands
again
I’m swaying back and forth with branches just to feel how they do
To try to emulate the beauty that they refuse to lose
I’ll fall a few times and get up because you taught me to
I’ve never learned to stay down, and I won’t cry about it
Twisted my ankle when I stood up too fast
But honey, we know that the pain never lasts
forever
I would be sensitive to others but never give myself time
I would take what I said back, say I didn’t mean it, pretend the words weren’t ever mine
Forget about my resolution to not lie
Remember when we swayed with the trees in the wind
I don’t think they ever lied, but they never knew we did
They took everything in just to save us from dying
So it shouldn’t be all that hard to just stop lying
I won’t sleep it off, and I won’t fight as hard as I could have
I’ll try not to think about what would have have happened if I had
I’ll soak up rain and rays and wash my feet in icy springs
I will come to complete peace with numbness and with feeling everything
We will live in a type of harmony
sometimes
-B