Saturday, December 31, 2011


Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I resolve:

To spend more time
talking with trees;

To speak my Truth
and the Truth of those
who cannot speak
for themselves;

To let Nature set the
rhythm of my days
and nights

and the seasons of
my belonging to
this world;

To laugh with children
and some adults too;

To throw a wayward
starfish back
into the ocean;

To dance to the music
that moves me;

To mend a broken wing,
or someone else’s;

To shine as light in the darkness
and become an ever-truer
friend to my shadows
and demons;

To pick up my paint brushes again
and write songs that
I will never sing;

To learn the constellations
and share nights with friends
under starry skies;

To wear purple more often
and paint my toenails

and start contemplating
how I can become
one of those cool
old women when
the time arrives;

To make love,
honoring the sacred
and enjoying this embodiment;

To smile in pictures,
and smile when there
is no one around to notice
that I am smiling;

To find myself in awe of Life,
every day;

To hike in the rain more often,
splash in puddles,
and listen to streams;

To see gardening as co-creative process
and value the time shared
with the Mother;

To be fully present as I prepare my
meals and as I nourish my body,
savoring each bite;
To be of service in my Work
and play
and to play;

To meditate on abundance
and express gratitude
at least as often as I

To forgive as an act of
duty to my soul,
a means of
expanding my heart,

and the laying of a
stepping stone on the
path to a better world;

To build community
and mirror beauty
back to all beings;

To be courageously vulnerable
and hang out with uncertainty
as if we were childhood

To simply be enough.


To love you,
because I can.

© 2011-2016/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" 
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Friday, December 30, 2011

The Beloved


For Bill, with gratitude for the question he posted
after the poem Silent Retreat

I have not complete knowledge
of who or what the Beloved is
for I am not complete.

Longed for by name,
the Beloved
draws near enough
to share my breath,

but the Beloved’s touch
is yet too holy to grasp –

I am loved most in the
act of being forsaken
to the Great Mystery.

Truth must be a candle
without a flame
because in the spark lies
the light and the self-destruction.

Courting the Beloved
is the act of apprenticing
to the way Home.

There is no possibility
of return other than to
step upon one’s own
heart –

Again and again,

the doorway

It is at this threshold
that the Beloved
the Beloved.

In we go.

© 2011-2014/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" - published by Hiraeth Press (

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