May you notice – poem by Ali Grimshaw

February 14, 2020February 14, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 26 Comments

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It doesn’t need

to be earned

fought for, proven.

It cannot be purchased

or owed.

True love is given

just because.

I hope that you notice

that love has landed on you today.

I hope you let yourself feel it.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Thank you to all my readers for the love you share in the world. I see your hearts strong.

Unravel – reflective writing workshops

February 7, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 21 Comments

It is a continual process to unweave
that which is truth from story. I pull

a thread, remove one line, observe how
the fabric changes, notice the new spaces

breathing between essential threads
that remain, a skeleton of existence

until extracting the unneeded
leaves what is left, sparsely resilient

penetrable light of a future once blocked
by memories tightly woven.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Consider yourself invited to my February workshops.

Navigating Life Transitions Through Reflective Writing

Life is full of change. Whether dealing with an ending relationship, new career, or empty nest, shifting circumstances can be challenging when you face them alone. Join me in exploring the use of poetry, shared inquiry and writing for self-reflection within a safe, supportive community. In this workshop you will have the opportunity to …

Write & reflect using prompts and poetry about change
Share with others if you wish. There is no requirement to share.
Create a new intention for yourself

Email coaching@aligrimshaw.com to register.

Date: Feb. 18, 2020 Time: 12:00 – 1:30 pm, $20 per person

Date: Feb. 23, 2020 Time: 3:00 – 4:30 pm, $20 per person

Location: The Center for Spiritual Well Being,

7100 SW Hampton St., STE 126 Portland,OR

Quench

February 2, 2020February 9, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 31 Comments

white ceramic cup — Photo by Saif Selim on Pexels.com

Choose a small cup

simple, without handle

each hand deserves a curve of warm

the offering of this today, inhabited

it cannot help but overflow

effortlessly overcome boundaries

designed by small needs

running down the sides in abundance.

Maybe you have forgotten

how little it takes

to satisfy thirst.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things – Available on Netflix

dVerse Poets Pub – Open Link Night

Traveler

January 28, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 31 Comments

Your silhouetted resilience

of an almost ageless traveler

with kid’s eyes of curious.

Ready for all that is,

wildly wondrous.

Unwilling to miss a viewpoint

be it window wide

or mountaintop.

Fractured city lights illuminate

all the bold and beloved

I see in you.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

dVerse Quadrille #96 Wild

Dedicated to my adventurous life partner, Adam.

One bowl – poem by Ali Grimshaw

January 26, 2020January 28, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 29 Comments

And the words were ladled out
to fill her, like warm soup
for a bleak benumbed soul in need

she had forgotten to feed her
spirit, an inner child who waited
patient for her spoonful

another day here was possible

“Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake.” – Francis Bacon

Smoke Signals

January 22, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 14 Comments

I woke to the burning,

smoked letters across wide sky
that only we could decode.

The weight of getting it right,

to know their secrets, before pierced sunlight
deemed them unreadable.

I, just one of many, leaders as mountains
whose waters are running dry.

Heads bare, exposed to weather’s ruling.

dVerse Poets Pub – Secrets

Roaring – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

January 13, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 43 Comments

earth cracking realization
shake and bake reformation
voice regained

shift and tumbled truths
revealed by backward binoculars
their sight once trusted for even footing

do not be surprised by my song
or the way I harness cumulonimbus clouds

I am no longer
that girl.

dVerse – Quadrille #94

It doesn’t need

to be earned

fought for, proven.

It cannot be purchased

or owed.

True love is given

just because.

I hope that you notice

that love has landed on you today.

I hope you let yourself feel it.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

It is a continual process to unweave that which is truth from story. I pull

a thread, remove one line, observe how the fabric changes, notice the new spaces

breathing between essential threads that remain, a skeleton of existence

until extracting the unneeded leaves what is left, sparsely resilient

penetrable light of a future once blocked by memories tightly woven.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Consider yourself invited to my February workshops.

Write & reflect using prompts and poetry about change

Share with others if you wish. There is no requirement to share.

Create a new intention for yourself

Email coaching@aligrimshaw.com to register.

Date: Feb. 18, 2020 Time: 12:00 – 1:30 pm, $20 per person

Date: Feb. 23, 2020 Time: 3:00 – 4:30 pm, $20 per person

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

Choose a small cup

simple, without handle

each hand deserves a curve of warm

the offering of this today, inhabited

it cannot help but overflow

effortlessly overcome boundaries

designed by small needs

running down the sides in abundance.

Maybe you have forgotten

how little it takes

to satisfy thirst.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

Your silhouetted resilience

of an almost ageless traveler

with kid’s eyes of curious.

Ready for all that is,

wildly wondrous.

Unwilling to miss a viewpoint

be it window wide

or mountaintop.

Fractured city lights illuminate

all the bold and beloved

I see in you.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

And the words were ladled out to fill her, like warm soup for a bleak benumbed soul in need

she had forgotten to feed her spirit, an inner child who waited patient for her spoonful

another day here was possible

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

I woke to the burning,

smoked letters across wide sky that only we could decode.

The weight of getting it right,

to know their secrets, before pierced sunlight deemed them unreadable.

I, just one of many, leaders as mountains whose waters are running dry.

Heads bare, exposed to weather’s ruling.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

It is a continual process to unweave
that which is truth from story. I pull

a thread, remove one line, observe how
the fabric changes, notice the new spaces

breathing between essential threads
that remain, a skeleton of existence

until extracting the unneeded
leaves what is left, sparsely resilient

penetrable light of a future once blocked
by memories tightly woven.

And the words were ladled out
to fill her, like warm soup
for a bleak benumbed soul in need

she had forgotten to feed her
spirit, an inner child who waited
patient for her spoonful

smoked letters across wide sky
that only we could decode.

to know their secrets, before pierced sunlight
deemed them unreadable.

I, just one of many, leaders as mountains
whose waters are running dry.