Lost in thought

We’ve lost, we’re losing,
it’s so much loss, too much.
But the clouds are rolling
and the breeze is blowing
and nature is so beautiful
and the dried delicate leaves
are doing their dance of balance
between hanging on and falling away
amidst their wintry shiverings —
they love the wind
for helping them let go —
they fall to the ground
and the gentle rain comes
and helps them nourish the earth.
A gray bird lands on a bare gray branch
both unadorned, yet so, so beautiful.
And the leaves are drifting
and our lives are drifting
and loss is just another form of beauty.

—Terri Guillemets

Turbulent

Sometimes a strong wind needs to whip through all the trees and tear down what’s not strong enough or what’s not meant to stay up. Sometimes a storm needs to come to our seas and rock our boats and toss us around and make sure we’re determined enough not to drown.

—Terri Guillemets