Ubiquitous time resting in polarities of heartache and eternal euphoria. A loving glance, touch, etched in the permanence of our hearts with love. Spoken anger and impatience, how I wish we could move space and gently fold back time. The sweet smell of warm August nights and honeysuckle, to remind us of the days, less worry and bountiful joy. The sound of a siren passing by in an otherwise ordinary moment, resurrects the sharp memory of the day our lives changed forever. Sunday mornings, the quiet, a gift bestowed on us, to reset, rest, and gently remind us to settle into the rituals of nurturing routine and simplicity. Looking out the window of the airplane on the way to say goodbye to a loved one, as you fly above the clouds you find peace and understanding that the universe is made of so much more than our limited senses comprehend. That first bite of warm apple pie that transports you to sitting at your Grandmothers table and the ever-present scent of cinnamon in her kitchen and the comfort of her unwavering love. Our moments, akin to a leaf floating on the ocean, she flows with the tide, the sun and moon decidedly dictate her path. The leaf surely experiencing days of glorious sunshine and tumultuous storms, all the while floating, always moving and never in control. Her story started long ago, she has travelled from limb to land, with tales of wind and glory. Equally fragile and strong, storing moments, built on a continuum connected time . The leaf of autumn, much like you and I. Glorious in her lifelong story, travelling in moments, without a sound.
By Alisa Hutton
Natural causes, supernatural destiny
the birth of beauty in its truest form
pain staking discomfort, transformation
giving up, letting go, stepping in to isolation and darkness, powerless to natures chosen path
resignation that this body, this perceived dwelling of self no-longer serves that but the hungry bird, just a morsel for hungry souls
in the damp, unknown and unfamiliar
Upon birth the butterfly is simply waiting to be born
The dance between dusty thoughts and childlike giggles
Dark skies while sipping on my pain
Simplicity is savored in a porcelain tea cup, it’s a Bergamot kind of day
Paralyzing grief served on Friday’s plate
Numbed by uninhibited dancing on Saturday with a random fake
The day will dawn
The night will darken
Who I am in this moment
With just one sentence
Is perfectly forgotten
By Alisa Hutton
When did scarcity roll over you, wilting you timid and fearful?
What darkened childhood tale shadowed your lightness and spirit, giving away your bold?
Who changed you so short that your worth became socially outsourced to the new and unknown?
When the sun rises it reminds us with furious beauty that moments are spectacular. Well thought plans, penned goals and shiny thoughts trivial pursuits of those who will never grow.
The rain that drenched you with indignation, coming unannounced on a summer day? The universes way of tapping you awake to all you never will control.
What happened between the first moments your eyes opened to the universe to where you stand today? Unable to muster the courage to stutter the words your heart desires, I miss you, I love you, please don’t go.
Our heart and our soul intuitively tells us when we are home.
An unspoken settled place is our being, a warmth, a person who undoubtedly many lifetimes we have known.
Tell me, when did scarcity roll over you?
Leaving you all alone.
Empty wells, star filled buckets
Darkened skies, moonlight droplets
Deeply woven and never forgotten
The sun on your back no longer offering warmth
Heaviness filling space that desires just a moment of rest
Each breath, tired
Close your eyes until the sun sets, let it fall
Somewhere in the breeze spirit will whisper
Dawning, a new day
Sprinkled thoughts and sleepless nights
Tossing dreams that roll with words unkind
Hearts and hopes furiously left undone, once escaped, forever gone
Such curiously fragile those pressed memories we carry in our minds
What was real and what was not?
Inconsequential stories of the breath of love and when it is lost
I wonder if we are all just living our eulogy
Tales we tell of love and warmth, purpose and valor
Personality spikes sprinkled with dramatic deplore
Is there such a difference between dog and man beyond the years we roam
Egoist form, primped faces wearing tailored clothes
I tripped on humility today
Landing on realities declaration
Extraordinary we are
Only in the moment we are born
~ Alisa Hutton
Death creeps in to our soul taking hold in the shadows of our night, darkness
A thirsty and unannounced fog that rolls over us in toxic devour, swallowed
Silently announced at birth with our arrival
We all know yet none of us dare utter “welcome child, live well, die better”
Good form of the socially polished adorn birth with silver and plaster smiles
Never to speak of such discomforts such as limited time
After all if we speak of death we may invite it closer
Lean in. Listen. Hear. Shout. Understand.
You will depart
Death is the last name we all share
Welcome my brothers and sisters
Death is the commonality of our family tree
Death is not a secret or a toxin of devout proportions, nor kept in the shadows of our night
It does not search out in thirst or darkness, mine or yours
Death is a gift of knowing that we all seem to ignore
Simply telling us
Live well and love a little more
Look for them
Notice the person who is looking down, see them in their perfect human form
Hold their hand in silent know
The quiet one, who without announcement carries recognizable sadness in their eyes
Nurture their worry in gentle sway, lay with them, sorrow and grief should never be alone
Let their tenderness and vulnerability mirror the compassion you were once shown
Breathe life and spirit in to beautifully tired souls
None of us better than the other, we all have our shadows that can swallow us whole
Let light and dark be the fabric that connects us together
I am your sister, friend and mother
Grow authenticity, remove the unnecessary societal covers
They only serve to starve us all from one another
At the end of our life only one thing can be left behind
The love you share by simply being kind