They don't need to be your favorite one. You don't need to justify them to anyone. One could arrive before getting out of bed or a memory that brings warmth. One could be a warm shower, the relief of crying or standing under a clear sky. One could be a deep breath, a complete filling of lungs or the priviledge of not know what time it is. A window to a neighbor who grow flowers or someone who listens when your words stumble. Birdsong mornings, soft landings of wooded paths freedom to choose, relief of laughter, steady rib bones to protect a still beating heart. There are always 3 good things if you choose them they are yours to hold. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 During the first year of the pandemic I began to paint rocks that said, "3 good things." I left them randomly around my neighborhood as I walked and ran. My intention was to remind myself and those around me to think of "3 good things" in their day. I began to text friends and family asking them to share their "3 good things." Somewhere along the way I forgot about this action. I stopped doing it. Finding this photo today reminded me how simple and rewarding this was. And I am choosing to begin again. If you feel inspired please share your "3 good things" with me.
no one will ever know what you gave the number of times you've grown a new heart after donating the last one sit a spell with the map of your heartlife claim your mountains distance growth vistas tape more wilderness down you're still alive ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Quadrille #154 "Casting a spell Come join a welcoming community of poets on d'Verse - HERE
Transitions are in the air... some are leaving the nest for flight. As you join the others a new word grows inside me, a tight bundled joypain sits within my chest cracking open to release the scent of baby powered damp hair for the many practiced days have passed the next migration is a solo flight. Your sturdy shoulders of readiness experimental charm accompanied with grin will be a gift many will appreciate. Your graduation to come is a forced exhale and I breathe in the flight to come. Shake off the illusion, you were never really mine from the start. You have always belonged to to the world. I was always ever the warm nest from which you would someday fly. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join a welcoming community for Open Link Night at dVerse. HERE Dedicated to all parents of graduates. Yes, part of your heart is stepping out into the world to touch the lives of others. Let it go. Part of it will stay with you forever. What a privilege to experience this amazing journey of expanding love. Congratulations.
soft giggles like crumbs of encouragement warm murmurs like holding a shaking hand pillows of intention there to catch you if, just if. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 None of us knows what tomorrow will bring. Yet, I do know that I can choose love and I will. dVerse – Open Link Night #311
We are shaped by what we give with effort or easily generous, open handed in the full light of day. We are shaped again by what we are tenative in receiving or open armed in our willingness believing ourselves worthy. How my shape has changed by the years of you rubbing against each other burnishing us both to copper shine. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022
I am a blade of grass held by other blades surrounding. One blade in a field of many. Close together/alone. Our sides hold us faces to the sky. Reaching toward sunlight side by side in directions wide. None to be flattened. © Ali Grimshaw 2022
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I built a bridge to you using marshmallows and glue It was worth the sticky effort then it melted in the rain. I threw a magic ruby rope woven with sparkles of hope singing enchantments to call you closer. I dug a river of blue inviting a float on my skin to pull you within but you preferred to fly. I nested a home for myself cocooned through my pain. With a change in the winds on a zephyr you rode in. © Ali Grimshaw 2022 dVerse Open LInk Night #307 - Join in HERE Photo take at the fantastic Chihuly Garden last summer when I was still traveling.
during darkest of seasons I tinsel you with light my face giving its full glow your apple-cheeks of radiance champions of joy for encounters with newcomers, or friends. Christmas tree or not. I will decorate you with loveshine. Not a bulb between us unlit. © Ali Grimshaw 2021 dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille Join us to connect with poets around the world. HERE Photo taken at a past Portland Winter Lights Festival. It is perfect way to escape Winter darkness in Februrary. For this year's fun click HERE.
As the virus careens spinning down our long road. The dust has yet to settle from the wheels. Slow motion particles fall as we sift silently through glittered remembering. Was that last month or yesterday? As I am here reaching you are there still only through airwaves and yet I hear your love. © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Join us at dVerse Poets' Pub for Open Link Night HERE
tasting sadness on your skin I lean into the space between your peach-warm cheeks glow while shadow-stones play on Autumn's windowshade head to heartbeat I hold you to my chest feel a shift to calm a small sigh from your lips warmly weighted © Ali Grimshaw 2021
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