Flying Over Broken Glass

DC meditating w Ghandi

Meditating w/Ghandi in my birthplace

Once and again,

I spend a day in silence

Not speaking, so I can hear

Only when I am mute, do I notice the waste of words

In the vast desert of silence, I pamper house and body

Handwashing dishes, dusting, sweeping up bits of broken glass and history that breed confusion

I walk the beach barefoot, repot plants, pray backwards, sip lemon water and apply a facial

Within a few hours, I have already forgotten anything I said yesterday

Why do I speak at all if my words are so easily gone?

I grow wider, taller, lighter

Then, suddenly completely weightless above it all

My heart beats in my head and things unsaid blossom wildly

becoming portals to a brave new world

I am free

Soaring high above things once so important

Flying into a hillside chapel, unharmed, shards of stained glass refashion themselves

The silence explains me to myself and she ignores all of my shortcomings and silly ways

I become that butterfly being chosen for a role not accepted yet inevitable

Once and again,

I spend a day in silence

Not speaking, so I can hear

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the tattoo I got soon after

8 thoughts on “Flying Over Broken Glass

    • My life has largely been about overcoming and then inspiring. For years, I had in the back of my head that I wanted to have a one and only tattoo with an ankh and a butterfly; power symbols for me that find me wherever I go and represent life force, transformation, hope and endurance. I am not an artist, but when I explained to the tattoo artist that I wanted the butterfly lightly lifting off from an ankh and lots of color to show vitality, this is what he rendered. He did an amazing job, right? My thoughts after looking at the finished work was that the ankh is also kind of like a permanent charging station for when the butterfly needs to rest and restore.

      As far as its placement, I can’t really explain it, except to say that it was totally intuitive but felt just right.

  1. “Within a few hours, I have already forgotten anything I said yesterday/Why do I speak at all if my words are so easily gone?” Such a powerful reminder that our words do and should have weight to them. Thank you.

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