Poems from the Circle

we are held one moment, one
breath, one heartbeat at a time.

even when I feel I am falling,
I am held, safely.

sometimes the fire within,
which most often warms and
lights my next step, rages.

out of control – yes – that is the rage
unseen, well hidden and buried;
wounds of the past.

wanting to be felt, seen, honored –
so the soft warm light returns.

brighter, free.

heart opened.

By Carrie Cannady

I am grateful for Carrie’s permission to share her poem from the writing circle here. You can find more of Carrie’s writing on her blog, LeadOurLives.net

I continue to meet amazing women across different time zones. Together we are writing, listening and learning from one another. Share your voice with us.

Writing together can:

• Provide authentic connection

• Allow expression of feelings

• Guide our own journey

Click on the links below for information and registration. 

Writing for Renewal: Poetry Reflection Circle, 6/14, 7:00 PM PDT

Writing For Renewal: Poetry and Reflection Circle 6/17, 9:30 am PDT

Motherhood Explored: Women’s Writing Circle, 6/13, 10:30

AM PDTMotherhood Explored: Women’s Writing Circle, 6/16, 7:00 PM PDT

Curious about weekly writing circles? Email me at  coaching@aligrimshaw.com

Dwelling Place

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Inside the conversation of contribution

my favorite place to dwell

walls like soft bubble gum that can expand

with the breath of new ideas

to watch you poke, prod, punch

a fist through the wall

on your face the surprised realization

of the awe-filled fluidity, stretched elastic

boundaries you once believed to be walls of stone.

How a soft blow, like cooling off your tea too hot

can open up a whole new room. High rounded ceilings

with space to grow into.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

My favorite place to be is inside a coaching conversation listening for another’s dreams. This was a tough idea to capture in a photo. Photo Challenge: Favorite Place