Time
Aimee Treakle, Friends of Guest House
What if I think of this
time as a drop of water
falling into a puddle with
such fluidity that it makes
no ripples adding to the
volume of time without
the waves of action and
reaction. Simply sliding into the
next moment.
In this most sacred time
feed your spirit. While the
sand is falling silently body
and mind muted with solidarity
spend these precious grains
of time feeding your soul.
I promise myself to not
get lost in the sound
of silence the soundless
steps through the
sands of time.
I promise the world we
won’t be muted forever.
The seconds will tick the
minutes will thud and the
hours will ring. The drop
will birth waves and
the sands will sing.
What do you want your life to look like? Visualizing is such a first critical step, and our clients in the Community Readiness Unit (those getting ready for release) at the Arlington County Detention Facility put such incredible thought and vision into their mandalas. We just had to share a few with you.
It takes a superwoman to share her vulnerability.
Kindness
Zandra Johnson, Friends of Guest House
Fearless
Author unknown, Friends of Guest House
Anxiety
Aimee Treakle, Friends of Guest House
Writing poetry is hard enough, and writing Valentine’s Day poems – then reading them aloud – takes a fearlessness that few of us have. Thank you Aimee and Rachel from Friends of Guest House for having that courage.
Rachel Seidel wrote a Valentine’s Day poem to her daddy. We. Love. Take a listen here.
Aimee wrote about seeing someone. Really, really seeing. Listen to her here. What do you think?
When a poet adds “My life today seems pretty great!” at the end of her poem. Because yes.
My Voice Today
Zandra Johnson (Friends of Guest House)
Always love a message of hope, especially when it is written by one of our clients! We promised Aimee’s poem will brighten your day!
Tomorrow
Aimee Treakle (Friends of Guest House)
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