Waiting for you with stardust on my skin
and sunlight in my soul,
bounty is upon this table.
your pale face blank
at its sight.
Grayest matter pleading me
though the heart
undulates at the hope
of your warmth.
Your lips now dry
sunken under their creaky lies,
Stories you’ve confessed never true
in the deepest shroud of midnight.
Your soul a churning bystander
at the accident of your mind.
your body lies aimlessly,
a faded leaf whirling
in the shallow of a street puddle,
Gulls chant, breaching the Presidio fog
calling you to walk in sunlight.
10/2005, copyright jennifer brinn
And here I’ve landed
on the other side of the past.
Eyes holding wonder like a cup.
Head, heart and body drunk
in a bacchanalia of consciousness.
Blooming only laughter,
shimmering light to all.
Sword now sheathed,
with a single magnolia as my gift.
Show up! and be embraced.
show up! and celebrate
these unfurled petals before you.
Then here you will land,
copyright 2007, jennifer brinn
The other evening we sadly paid our respects to a friend of my beau’s who passed away unexpectedly and much too soon last week. I only met her once a year ago, and I instantly got that she was a free, vibrant spirit who loved life with her entire being.
Memorial services for people I barely know always take me by surprise. I go thinking, “Why am I here, I didn’t even know this person?” Yet by the end of each service I find myself melting into a puddle of tears from all the stories shared by people who loved them. Whether it’s an elder whose body has given out or a younger person who leaves this world long before they’re due, the imprints they leave upon those around them are so profoundly felt in their memorial. The stories shared about people, their lives, the ones they touched leave me wondering if they knew? Did this woman who passed know that she contributed so much to so many by just being herself? One of her friends spoke about how she would light up the room with her trademark blend of elegance, poise and childlike playfulness. And then she said, “You know, these days, we celebrate people for their accomplishments, what they ‘do’, what they ‘have’… but we don’t celebrate people for just ‘being’. My friend was perfect because she just knew how to ‘be herself’.”
I saw how simply being herself touched so many people she left behind. And it got me thinking about how we position and posture for this thing & that and so often shove ourselves off the path of just being who we innately are and appreciating each other as such…even in our imperfections.
We meander around our relationships with friends, family, lovers and even strangers with the blinders of who’s doing what, and is it enough…and we miss actually seeing and embracing the spirit within them. We’re all here, trying to do exactly the same thing, which is living our lives for such a short time on this planet. So take a moment today to just soften our hearts. Drop the resentments and the defensive plays, and expand beyond that which holds us back from our own ‘being’. You might be surprised how special it can be in someone else’s life.