CAMP

The slow honey flow

of meals

when they’re needed,

of planes buzzing

out of hearing,

of the radio announcing

“I’m two minutes out”

to hear the voice of base camp and love

in the form of wind

direction and speed.

Meals a combination

of what’s wanted

and needs to be used up.

Huge meals of

meat, biscuits and fresh bread,

mashed potatoes and corn.

And desserts desserts desserts:

frosted brownie and cookies,

rhubarb cake and 1000 calories bites.

But the true richness

is the love of the land,

sent out and returned.

Seconded by the love between people.

There are always the freckles of

daily minute frustrations,

but thickly frosted with

deep trust and competence.

Such a loving place to be.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

September 9, 2013

Adams Guiding Camp

In My Aging

 

In my aging

I find patience

to stop cooking

and step outside

for each burst of sun

through the clouds

In my aging,

I find

 in my invisibleness,

how I used sex

to be “seen”.

Now I don’t have to be seen.

I can simply be

the imprint a bird

leaves in the sky.

Knowing the deep

goodness of life

is flowing thru me.

In my aging,

I’m immensely grateful

for my body’s

eagerness to sleep on the ground,

to hold yoga poses,

to try so many things

without constantly judging

 it’s success.

In my aging,

it’s become so easy

to see the value

of opposites in:

parenting,

in world views

and to see the

value in both,

instead of right or wrong.

In my aging my eyes see

beauty and goodness

everywhere.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

9/8/13