The Spiral Library
An experimental space to hold collections of musings, inspiration, creation, questions, answers, thoughts, feelings, etc. A bit like a blog but... different and ever evolving in spiralic motion.
Poem №073
the sunrise
layer upon layer
hearth thawing
beauty
inviting tears
i lose my way
from this
and return
through the portal
of deep
aching
feeling
i miss you
like part of me
is missing
and in the same
breath
i am also
afraid
of you
no one taught me
and/both
and i fear the one
will swallow me whole
but the ache
is the invitation to
everything else
and my world
is more beautiful
through a kaleidoscope
of tears
Feasting on enoughness
Day 32 : Writing for Guidance
Day 30 : Building a November Palette
Day 16 : An Artist’s Prayer
Dear Creative Mother,
light source that moves through all things,
I open my heart and allow the light from within me
to dance with the light of the universe.
May I remember that everything is a co-creation,
woven into a vast web of care, connection, and devotion.
May I trust that the smallest act, the gentlest gesture,
ripples outward beyond what I can see or know.
When the world feels cruel, senseless, or pointless,
help me to become immense.
Expand my capacity to love, to stay present,
to show up generously, even in the face of heartbreak.
Let my creativity be a sacred conversation
with the seen and unseen worlds.
Remind me that love is enough,
that devotion itself magnetizes opportunity.
Keep me humble in my learning,
always growing on this pathless path.
May I slow down enough to hear the whispers of my heart,
and honor the wisdom of my own rhythms.
May I meet each moment, and every breath,
with compassion and love for all beings.
Guide my hands, my words, my heart.
Let me be a channel, endlessly supported, and divinely guided.
Day 09 : Doing the Smallest Thing
Day 08 : Mid-Trek Reflections
Day 02 : Love Notes for the Journey
Day 01 : Taking the First Step
Poem №036
Mom!
Ready?
Yes!
They climb to the top
joy beaming from
their triumphant grins.
Over their shoulders
they look to me
for proof of my
unwavering attention.
The air
smells like summer
and we have
nowhere else to be
but here.
“You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.”
—
Eckhart Tolle

