Springtime in the Rockies - and some poetry

Hello and Happy Spring!

I hope this journal entry finds all who read it blessed and aware of it.

Well, I have officially made Evergreen, Colorado my new home. I rented a small house just two blocks up the hill from the main street of old town Evergreen. I can walk to the shops and the lake and hear live music from "The Little Bear" saloon. I love it! We had a mild winter here until a spring storm dumped three feet of heavy snow on us a couple of weekends ago. Even without electricity (some for three days), we had a blast!

My nieghbors (human and animal!) are wonderful. A newlywed couple lives next door and get this, he is a chef from Holland! Is God good or what?!

I also recently (as in a week ago) manifested a job that meets much of the criteria I was setting forth in my intention, even though it was not something I had consciously imagined. I am a vet tech at an alternative therapy animal hospital and I love it! It is a full time position and I am learning a tremendous amount of interesting things while working with a really neat group of people. And then, of course, there are the animals I get to interact with all day. Life is good.

Here is a wintery view from my deck. The very next day it was sunny and nearly 70 degrees. Yep, that is springtime in the Rockies!

A few weeks ago I completed a class at Mile Hi church as part of the path to re-establishing my Practitioner License. As my final project I shared some very personal and poignant poetry (is there any other kind?)

So much big transformation stuff in my life has come in ways I never expected and these past few months have been no exception. Life continues to take me surprise and continually shake, open and deepen me. Perhaps it is all part of my determination to 'start all over'. Indeed I have.

SO in the spirit of wide open self expression that seems to be a cornerstone of who I am, I thought I'd share some of the poetry I've written as well as two from my favorite poet, David Whyte. His work inspires me and speaks directly to the core of my soul. My hope is that in some way it opens you - my friends and family and blog followers, to a place longing to be seen in your own hearts.

Big, full-life blessings. And love and more love.. that is all there really is.

Stef

9-2007 Alone at Misty Glenn Cabin, Smokey Mnts, Tenn (3 wks after North died.)

Death’s Eyes

A strange thick fog and dew laden branches
Hide the face of recognition from the eyes of my heart
Like a flash of animal eyes in the darkness
What are you? Were you there? Did I only imagine?

In the dark woods of my deepest fears
Stillness steals my breath
And the black night slowly engulfs all
There ever was
Ever could be
Ever will be

Even the sweetness in my soul
The beloved of my being

Oh but I knew love with one
And to touch and caress the warm dream there beside me – in the dark

But now I see that strangers face
The one who took my man from me
Those shadow eyes now fixed with mine
Leave a message un-denied

He has died – He breathes no more

And yet…

the love still lives
recognizable
in a new way
in this fading forest
for the first time

-- Stephanie Swink-McKinnon Misty Glenn Cabin, Smokey Mnts, TN September, 2007

Revelation Must Be Terrible

(By David Whyte)

Revelation must be

terrible with no time left

to say goodbye.

Imagine that moment

staring at the still waters

with only the brief tremor

of your body to say

you are leaving everything

and everyone you know behind.

Being far from home is hard, but you know,

at least we are exiled together.

When you open your eyes to the world

you are on your own for

the first time. No one is

even interested in saving you now

and the world steps in

to test the calm fluidity of your body

from moment to moment

as if it believed you could join

its vibrant dance

of fire and calmness and final stillness.

As if you were meant to be exactly

where you are, as if

like the dark branch of a desert river

you could flow on without a speck

of guilt and everything

everywhere would still be just as it should be.

As if your place in the world mattered

and the world could

neither speak nor hear the fullness of

its own bitter and beautiful cry

without the deep well

of your body resonating in the echo.

Knowing that it takes only

that one, terrible

word to make the circle complete,

revelation must be terrible

knowing you can

never hide your voice again.

-- David Whyte from Fire in the Earth ©1992 Many Rivers Press

4-15-09 One year anniversary of my trip departure

The End of The Beginning

A year ago today I turned the key and drove away
RV packed, dog on board, moms tearful waves
I turned left, took a breath and everything had changed

Eight months before, my beloved died
Cancer came, morphed us both, took his life
Somehow I survived and went searching for a new beginning

Journeyed alone 9,000 miles - something I just had to do
Home on wheels, unfamiliar roads, 26 states
Went far and wide and deep and wild - and learned to breathe again

My own world for nine months, out of space and time
Drove, cried, laughed, sang, hiked, prayed, screamed, danced and dreamed
I took the long road home to myself

And now I’m here. Turned the key in the door and walked in
To a new home, a new state, a new life
I look outside my window at Evergreen trees and everything has changed

-- Stephanie Swink-McKinnon Evergreen, CO April 15, 2009

Found this one by David Whyte a few days after I wrote the one above. It REALLY touches me

In the Beginning

Sometimes simplicity rises
like a blossom of fire
from the white silk of your own skin

You were there in the beginning
you heard the story, you heard the merciless
and tender words telling you where you had to go.

Exile is never easy and the journey
itself leaves a bitter taste. But then,
when you heard that voice, you had to go.

You couldn’t stay by the fire, you couldn’t live
so close to the flame of that compassion
you had to go out into the world and make it your own

so you could come back with
that flame in your voice, saying listen…
this warmth, this unbearable light, this fearful love…

It is all here, it is all here.

-- David Whyte from Fire in the Earth ©1992 Many Rivers Press

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