Shelly Rudolph

AUGUST MOONSONG

August moon, melts my heart
How long I have waited, for this final thaw
August moon, spills me out
In a pool of sonnets, while the breeze cools on by
Just you and I, August moon.

Take my…

DAY 1: THE POWER OF MUSIC
I was taking my own medicine this morning, meaning: singing this song in hopes of centering, of calming my anxious  body-mind when it hit me: going slowly is like…

DAY 1. FIGHTING LIONS WITH FEATHERS 

How to Keep It All Together in “Times Like These”
The only way I know is to not.

Rather, to let it all go.Let the heart break over and over

To reveal that it…

DAY 39: FEAR AS ALLY

“Do one thing everyday that scares you.” Well maybe not everyday! But yes, more often then not. Why?

Well, I’m finding more and more that what I dream of doing with my life, what I…

All At Once

This exquisite fullness

This preciously painful awareness

Of the sweetness that is All

So tenuous so strenuous to pretend otherwise

This piercing heartbreak of beauty

Leaves dancing, mouths lying

Humanity

Trying, trying, trying

All calls me to…

DAY 33: HULLABOO
Is this where we are? Day 33? In my non-sequential journey here? Who knew keeping the numbers straight would be the biggest challenge for me? Well, I should have know that I suppose. Straight lines are surely…

TRUTH BE TOLD

Today I find myself Lost
Searching for faith
Pawing through my bags of promise
Searching for tricks
to tame the mind, to soothe the soul but Truth Be Told
I just want to lose it all

I…

The promise of spring…

DAY 27: The Sky’s Soft Skirt

“Awake awhile. It does not have to be forever. Right now. One step on the sky’s soft skirt would be enough. Awake awhile. Just one True moment of Love will last for days.” -…

MORNING SONG

Morning song
Sparrow sonnets
Spirits shimmer free

Winter fog
Dreamtime lingers
Nestled in stillness

Tree mantras
Guide us inward
Soaring on leafy wings

Bursting with love at the seams
I’ve outgrown my worry coats
I’ve shed these fear…

DAY 21: WILD PRECIOUS YOU

I woke up this morning with this iconic Mary Oliver poem on my lips. Walked downstairs to see “my” sweet sparrow at her post on the gate, singing full voice to the shimmering branches. Yes…

February, then suddenly

Your sunshine face with my name on your lips
The plum blossom gathers its wings inside my heart where I am shy.