Tuesday, July 09, 2013

fresh hay

There came a recent time when the barn was almost empty. There were no words to speak of that almost emptiness, that dearth of all things that felt sustaining. I walked the floors kicking at the thin layer of hay and dust, searching for what to do, how to fill it all back up again. But in the kicking and shuffling back and forth, I came to understand there is no filling back up or in with what has already been and what used to be.

There came a recent time when the only option was to let the almost emptiness be.

To allow, allow the ghosts of fear and falseness dance the length of the dusty boards until the dirge of decades exhausted itself.

It still has a few more refrains to play.

And I still have almost nothing to say.

I am only just now scouting fields for fresh hay.

The time of choosing and cutting and baling to fill in the almost emptiness will arrive, I trust, someday.

{p.s. and by the way~ do not interpret this as tinged with sadness. it is re-calibration that cannot be expressed. neither happy nor sad. simply what is and has been. xo}


  1. Wishing you peace dear Graciel. Life is filled with days of adjustment. Adjusting our expectations, adjusting our feelings, adjusting our situations. Hold on to your trust. It will get you where you want to be. Hugs to you! I hope you have a good week!

  2. This post resonated with me. Thank you for writing truths that I don't know are within me until I read your profoundly beautiful words.


  3. I am always amazed at your ability to write words that cut right to the core of life. Words that have soul written all over them. It feels like absolute truth. xoxo

  4. Beautiful words and image!


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