#restorative
Light
Fills
The stillness,
Silent, first,
Then crashing,
With my breath
A beat
Behind,
And I breathe,
And will
Breath
To fill
The stillness,
Meeting
The light,
Greeting
The crash,
And holding
Steady
In between.
And I breathe.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
I awake
To a dream
Much like
That of sleep
And find
My way
To my
Self
On my mat.
I settle
Into the nest
I’ve created
And feel
My parts
Separate
Together.
I don’t
Dream
In the
In between.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
Yesterday
I heard
Her
Long
For the courage
To be still,
To release
The urge
To act
And receive
Opportunities
To grow.
Today
I set
The nest,
A courageous
Mix
Of firm
And cozy,
And draped
Her spine,
And hips,
And shoulders
In stillness,
To release
The burden
Of action,
And let
Gravity
Split
What growth
Will mend.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
I lay soft spots
About
And drape her parts
Across and over
To rest and
Expand
To let
This all
In
With room left
For her.
And I,
And she,
Feels
Gratitude.
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
Welcome Home, Blossom
by Belle-boo
I remember you — small, curious,
sitting at the edge of a sunlit room,
watching the world move faster than your reach.
You held your questions quietly,
tucked them against your chest,
wondering if anyone would ever hear them.
The air smelled of crayons and rain,
and I wanted to scoop you up,
to tell you it was safe to feel it all.
Little one, you laughed without measure,
ran barefoot through the green hush of grass,
curled beside the cat who always knew your heart.
You trusted without words,
loved without hesitation —
and even when the world grew heavy,
your spirit flickered still —
soft, resilient, waiting
for a hand to find it gently.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 11:25 PM UTC