Imaginal Journal
Imagination is Medicine
Ordinary Miracle
by Barbara Kingsolver
I have mourned lost days
When I accomplished nothing of importance.
But not lately.
Lately under the lunar tide
Of a woman's ocean, I work
My own sea-change:
Turning grains of sand to human eyes.
I daydream after breakfast
While the spirit of egg and toast
Knits together a length of bone
As fine as a wheatstalk.
Later, as I postpone weeding the garden
I will make two hands
That may tend a hundred gardens.
I need ten full moons exactly
For keeping the animal promise.
I offer myself up: unsaintly, but
Transmuted anyway
By the most ordinary miracle.
I am nothing in this world beyond the things one woman does.
But here are eyes that once were pearls.
And here is a second chance where there was none.
Wolf Fur
Wolf Fur by Heidi Hanson
Be very still
like a cat
waiting on a mouse,
like the snow blanketing
at dawn.
Quieting.
Breathing.
Allow the cords of pain writhing
to stop, to yawn, to gaze at shadows dancing on a safe child’s ceiling;
allow the panicked what-ifs squeezing your mind
to hold teacups instead
and to contemplate the
steam rising into the air, in a quaint café on the corner of here and here,
now and now,
and draw finger circles on the window.
Still the thoughts
in the midst of their
gripping certainties
their clutching, heart-stopping
march of tears; still them even as the
flags of terror are snapping
in whirlwinds of cacophony.
Be with one muscle.
Be with the bracing intestines;
Be with the heart so lost but beating the rhythm of life
nonetheless.
Be with the tiniest muscle you can find.
Quiet the lies fountaining forth an endless sermon of doubt,
nightmares
upon nightmares
churning stomach
black boxes
of twisted code tumbling from unholy heavens.
Open all the boxes.
Throw their contents into the humming heart of your cultivated presence;
ask the one-who-stands-with you always;
ask the tree whispers falling around you;
ask the small leaves glistening, finding you;
ask the wolf radiating the fierce heat of the center of your heart through its fur;
ask them to hold your entire experience, every moment.
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