girl with paint on her face

Wood by Ruth Humphreys

Fear on the edge of creativity
Love on the edge of danger
A plaiting of ideas, fears, loves
It is the same here
Tell me what is your story?
What is it you need to express?
What is it you want to share with the world?

I see you humans, you can not disguise it
Keep creating, keep writing. It keeps you alive.
Share poems
stories
throw paint at the walls.
Feel the deliciousness
taste the words, sharp, sour, sugar coated, bitter, gall
We are alive in this moment.

Go to the garden, smell the soil, rub it between your fingers
Bring it inside, add water, place your hands in the soup
Cry
Ask for your emotions, to never lose them again
No longer the numbness, the wood, the actions of one without senses

Do you smell that fear?”
Do you really want to feel everything?” asks a figure, scaly, grounded
I reply with a wail, guttural, ancestral, not my own sound.

It is done”

A wave of sensations hit my body
Tingling,
the energy of the earth

The touch of my skin.


Ruth Humphreys is a storyteller and Inner Child Facilitator. She teaches about the power of sacred play, and the art of integrating play, creativity, and spirituality into our lives. Ruth runs the Wonderled Playground, a safe space for leaders to explore wonder, courage, and inner growth. Ruth can be reached at www.ruthhumphreys.com

Similar Posts

  • Avalon Rising

    Sharon Smith The Trees said, “Avalon will rise again.” A spark flashed in my soul. Small flecks of heat. A warmth spread out within me, The embers fanned by the morning breeze Rustling through the canopy overhead Until the fire roared. Excitement? Uncertainty? Whatever could it mean? “Avalon will rise again.” The very idea, A…

  • Bloodroot

    By Charlotte Hussey   I ride on the back of a salmon, listening to the swish of the overhanging branches. They rush by rustling overhead, to the slap of his tail against water. He slides, rippling between boulders and plunges us upriver. Choppy waves lap the limestone banks, their echoes filled with the susurrations of…

  • Meditation Poem

    Meditation in Light and Dark by Kathryn Gordon Prisms glow in fire and squirrels knot themselves on bark. Emerging slowly, branches etch a forest into snow — In this way, all living things grow more vivid in unfertile soil. About the Author: Kathryn has written poetry for many years because it helps her to identify…

  • |

    Calling the Barge–Poetic Reflection

    by Laura Violet Rimola (translated from Italian by Alessandro Zabini) A tinkle rustles through the gloaming mists and comes to the farthest shores, calling the Barge of the deep Journey. Silently comes the Barge, gliding over the waters, coming close to the shingle, calling us aboard it, and we sit down inside it… It’s empty….

  • Shadow Dance

    Shadow Dance by Rhosyn Gwyn Yesterday flickers in the candlelight Dancing slowly in the shadows Mocking what had been bright and brash Sparks of what once was Become the glow of what is Time becomes timeless. For an instant Old and new become one Until the brilliance of transmutation Again extinguishes the taper of the…

Leave a Reply