Saturday, December 26, 2009


Colored Pencils, originally uploaded by Jennifer Belthoff.

I have been quiet here lately. Turning into myself. Looking find answers to some questions within my heart. As it turns out though there is no need for me to answer any questions. Someone has answered them for me. So I would like to share with you a poem from the great David Whyte.

The House of Belonging

I awoke
this morning
in the gold light
turning this way
and that

thinking for
a moment
it was one
like any other.

the veil had gone
from my
darkened heart
I thought

it must have been the quiet
that filled my room,

it must have been
the first
easy rythm
with which I breathed
myself to sleep,

it must have been
the prayer I said
speaking to the otherness
of the night.

I thought
this is the good day
you could
meet your love,

this is the black day
someone close
to you could die.

This is the day
you realize
how easily the thread
is broken
between this world
and the next

and I found myself
sitting up
in the quiet pathway
of light,

the tawny
close grained cedar
burning round
me like fire
and all the angels of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun has made.

This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.

This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.

There is no house
like the house of belonging.

Thursday, December 10, 2009


You have wings
Beautiful expanding wings
You fly freely
Gliding through the breeze
Soaring where ever you may

You have strength
Strength to rise up and spread those wings
I can see it in your eyes
And the way you carry yourself when you walk
Your strength cast out a radiant light

You are brave
You let people in
And let the world see you, all of you
You smile when you are happy
And shed tears when you are sad

You are kind
Showing a compassion towards others
Understanding and listening
You get to the heart and soul of someone else
You see someone for who they are

You are beautiful
A breathe of fresh air
Continue to keep dreaming
and reaching for the stars
It is your light that will guide you

Thursday, December 03, 2009


I feel like I am learning how to stand again
On my own two feet
with no one there to catch me if I fall

Carefully I take each step
Trying to be aware of what surrounds me
Listening closely to each sound

Standing is not always an easy thing to do
Sometimes it is easer to sit
and let it all pass by

But my soul yearns to stand,
To stand tall
and brave

I want to be seen
and understood

As I stand and look around
I notice I am not alone
Angels surround me and cheer me on

I am standing now
Taller than I ever stood before
and I will continue to reach and grow

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

pattern of life

Open my eyes
let them adjust to the darkness
I can see the pattern
of going nowhere fast
Always ending up in the same place
no matter how fast I run or how slow I walk
The destination always seems to be the same
gloomy when I look at it from this angel
Being in the moment and living it is not so bad
but when I already know the ending before I even finish the first chapter
why bother reading the book?
I already read a version of it before
No reason to suffer through the sadness as tears soak my cheeks
Maybe it is best to just put the book down and walk away until
I am ready to write a new ending