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3 Good Things – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 12 Comments 
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.

I’ve been granted a spell of wandering – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 43 Comments 
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
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Taking Flight – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 25 Comments 
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

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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.

Just in case – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 40 Comments 
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.

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Polished -Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 10 Comments 
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

The Field of Us – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 15 Comments 
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

I continue to meet big-hearted humans across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Come join us for a writing circle. No experience needed. All voices are welcome.

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Transitory – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 19 Comments 
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

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Photo take at the fantastic Chihuly Garden last summer when I was still traveling.

No Plug-in Needed – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 36 Comments 
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 

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Photo taken at a past Portland Winter Lights Festival.
It is perfect way to escape Winter darkness in Februrary.
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Sustaining – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 51 Comments 
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

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Together – Poem By Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 41 Comments 
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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