Category: #metamorphosis

Shakey Foundation

Kjirsti S.NicolaysenLeave a comment

Realllllllllly rough day. I mean rather epically upheaving to the foundation. Yeah. Good times. However. …  … …
Not only is this the time of year when the mornings are crisply flooded with gossamer  edge-frosty light, shy but showy marigolds make their appearance as summer’s blooms hold on for dear life and the trees prepare for a splendid amber display before taking a well- deserved intermission from holding up their balmy branches of wiley leaves, somehow revelation and contemplative enlightened perspective occurs. They (those trees that offer us shade on a blazingly bright balmy hot humid day) like many,  they are exhausted from the pressure to display splendor. To ” show up”. Autumn shows a winding down perspective. It’s as if the  universe and our intuitive guidance is saying as the earth shifts her axis: show more gratitude over attitude and just slow the efff down. It’ll be okay.  It’s a cycle, this thing called life.  Like the moon or the seasons, there is a myriad of several of similar cycle on a loop. Yeah, it can be dark at times yet,  light always somehow comes back around. Trust. Know. Believe all will be well. Even not, what is the harm in thinking so? Hmmm??🤔😉
I absolutely adore Autumn.  It tugs at my shirt tail and reminds me of said cycles. You know what I speak of. The OMFG so much so much to do vs. wtf do I do…. you know it’s true. Can mess with a person if they aren’t living mindfully. Anyway… continuing with a snapshot of my life.  🤔😉
Life is a hamster wheel.  UPdownUPdownUPdown….repeat. With that….
In addition to experiencing levity during a particularly rough, prickly dark moment, later this evening things smoothed a bit. Not only was a childhood friend’s adult kid on Jimmy Fallon as an incredibly funny comic, my cheesy artichoke/jalapeño toast was deliciously divine.🌬💕🍁
Yay.
Yeah, life can sure suck a$$.
However,  it can also be splendid. It’s remarkable, really. Srsly. Life is a blessing,  albeit at times challenging 🌬💕🙏🕊🍁🎶
P.S. Just hope the ruminating insomnia troll stays under the bridge tonight. Need some shuteye and per chance, to dream☁️💭💤💨🤔🌬💕🙏🕊.

The Last White Butterfly

“…lending grace to the garden…”

Kjirsti S.Nicolaysen1 Comment

Clinging to wavering bud
early dewy nectar lightened her wings
felt weakened by
travelling briskly from
Northerly cold against cuts of branching
pine and needles through
whence she came easing out
if not for just this very minute’s reward
Fluttering already towards the end
her last few hours clouded
by quest for liquid ambrosia
Holding steadfast
to her yen for living
Such vibrato, instinct and gentle beauty
her wings translucent from noon day’s sun
Casting valiant caution to the wind
she recalls easier days amid cocoon
No wasps ready to strike her down into becoming nothingness again
Cicadas shadow the canyon trees
in cacophony threatening
her short existence
Nary mind once a crow swooped down on her fragility for a mid day snack after pecking orders on last night’s garbage
Shuddering away from thoughts
of being picked apart alive
by forces stronger than she,
she, oh yes, she
perseveres
regardless
spreading her wings
settling softly to her fate
of her impending exit one might call doom
but she finds the most she can
in her brilliant although brief life
Instinct calls her past the nefarious thorn finding bloom to her comfort and salvation from what was into just being
Mindful of her needs tho delicate enough to avoid over consumption she sets sights among hummingbirds hovering
in crown formation over violet buddleia called by her namesake
She may not survive long but she making best of her short time upon the terra among the flora fine and true
Surrendering to her fleeting life embracing each precious moment
Lending grace to the garden.