Terri Lambert

The Between Spaces

2018-06-26T00:00:00+00:00

Lying back in the cool welcome shade

of an aromatic juniper tree,

We slow down in order to rest

before continuing on our hike.

In the quiet contemplative solitude,

it is the ‘in-between’ spaces that begin to hold our attention;

Turquoise sky peeking through gnarled branches dancing overhead,

Wide open expanses framed by grandiose arches,

Small fissures, one day creating monumental sandstone formations,

Sounds of silence amidst our reverential whispers,

Sacred intervals residing in our breath,

along with the liminal beats of our heart.

In stillness our senses become unfurled;

blessed to receive the ancient wisdom

of this vast and ineffable living library

surrounding us.

Nature

2017-02-19T00:00:00+00:00

Nature,

in her exquisite adornment,

peels back the layers

of all that is tenuous in my heart,

laying me bare.

She gently caresses my face

with her mist,

laughing me a rainbow,

tossing my hair about.

Blowing me kisses,

she beckons me to stay outside,

and play with her . . .

just a little while longer. . .

To skip and dance

upon the sweetness

of her cool damp earth.

Dripping wet,

shaking with ecstasy,

finding my way home

by the light of the moon,

shyly peeking through silver veils.

~Terri Lambert

Power Of The Little Things

2017-01-06T00:00:00+00:00

Power Of The Little Things:

Glint in the eye that begins our story

Single cell that divides in two

First inhale that welcomes us in

First step that begins the dance

Spark that ignites the fire

Seed that contains the potential of it’s future generations

Taste that whets the appetite

Nod that signals ‘the time is now’

Note that begins the melody

Candle that lights the way in darkness

Word we need to hear

Sip of water that quenches our thirst

Sweater that gives us just enough warmth

Nudge to ‘go for it’

First stroke of pen upon paper

Flutter of the butterfly wing that becomes the hurricane

Last straw that says ‘enough is enough!’

Tear that releases the flow of all that is pent up

Gentle touch that soothes the soul

Smile that lifts the heart

Waft of lingering scent that reminds us of our love

Grain of sand that becomes the pearl

Small check that casts our vote

Perception of life, with room to grow

Last exhale, as we bid farewell.

~ Terri Lambert