Paths
A Cabin in the Woods
Beloved Ones are like
a cabin in the woods
A safe place to stop
along the journey home
Warm fire of family
of being oneself
No need to cloak
my vulnerability
Or hide my face
in a mask
Feast and refresh
take the nourishment
Rest for the next leg of the road
be it stoney or steep
Another cabin will appear
a light in the window
Will beckon me
when needed most
© 2014 Julie Clark
Don’t Forget the Mystery
This life is more than it seems,
we know.
More than these mortal bodies.
More than the eye can see,
the ear can hear,
we’ve been told.
Follow the path
ahead of you.
When all seems blocked
or obscured –
wait.
Revelation will come,
light will shine,
a voice will speak,
or cloud will surround
and open the way
for you to go.
Transformation
or Transfiguration
will expand
your heart and life
to carry more
love and glory.
© 2014 Julie Clark
Catching the Wind
Something new was birthed in me
or maybe a small flicker of flame
caught the wind
I did not plan it or expect it
it just began to grow
from a seed planted
who knows when or where
It is like that sometimes
I mean to go this way
but end up going that way
or something small
becomes something of great importance
I guess that is what it means
to be lead by the breathe
of a Holy Wind
instead of rigid and set
No room to grow and reshape
if the clay becomes hard and dry
No worries if that happens
God has his ways to
soften us up again.
© 2014 Julie Clark
Face to Face
We will never be completely whole
while we are in our bodies
but we can help ease each other’s pain
when we love one another
Tastes of heaven along the way
given in various forms
depending on the gift and giver
spur us onward with healing and hope
The homesickness deep within
will always pull us towards our origin
to the day when we will be reunited
face to face with Love
May we let love grow and have it’s way
choose it every day, every chance we get
preparing in advance for
that glorious reunion
© 2014 Julie Clark
Cleansing the Land
The earth had been defiled. A young couple had attempted suicide in the park on a dark winter night. A few old growth cedar stumps anchored the path reminding us that ancient forces of life have been here a lot longer than we and our people. Our ranger friend lead us up the path and then off the path, bushwhacking down to a spot under a cedar tree. He had asked earlier if we would come and help cleanse the area.
That dark winter night one person had second thoughts, and called 911 on a cell phone with a fading battery. It was enough for the first responders to know generally where they were. Attempts to return the call failed, but they set out with a Search and Rescue dog. One group came in from the top of the park and another from the bottom. The rangers house was at the bottom. They knocked on the door and were able to get the Ranger couple’s help since they are the caretakers of this land and know it better than anyone else. Eventually the couple was found, thanks to the efforts of all, including the dog who was able to locate them. They were evacuated and taken to a local hospital with life threatening wounds. Later, word got back to the rangers that they survived.
When we got to the spot, Psalm 24:1 was read: “The earth is the Lord’s and everything in it. The world and all it’s people belong to him.”
We prayed for the young people who came to this place so desperate. We gave thanks that their lives were spared, that the forces of life were stronger than those of death that night. We understood that because they came to the park, they were able to be rescued. If they had gone somewhere else that may not have been the case.
We took pure water from a spring that bubbles up near the path then joins the creek that runs through the park. We poured the water out as a symbol of life and cleansing. We prayed the water would be cleansing to the earth and renew it along with the gentle rain and our prayers.
We ended the ceremony with this Celtic prayer:
In time of sorrow:
May you see God’s light on the path ahead,
when the road you walk is dark
May you always hear, even in your hours of sorrow
the gently singing of the lark
When times are hard may hardness never
turn your heart to stone
May you always remember when the shadows fall
you are not alone
Walking back to the bottom of the trail where our cars were parked we noticed the sun’s setting light in the tops of the trees and remembered the first stanza of the prayer: “May you see God’s light on the path ahead, when the road you walk is dark”. We talked about the Japanese and Korean custom of “Forest Bathing”. It is a walk in a forest as a way of relaxing and managing stress, while breathing in the healing aromas of the forest. This whole experience was indeed cleansing for both the land and our souls.
Ash Wednesday
The big problem
of pain or illness
is it is constantly
screaming for attention.
It drives me away
from anything else but myself,
pulling me steadily inward.
This is no way to live
or die for that matter.
I want to learn
new strategies
of living and caring
in the midst of it.
I have a role model
to study and learn from.
I think of Jesus.
His last days of life
His suffering and agony.
He didn’t go inward
and far away.
He stayed with us.
He instructed his friends
to put away their swords.
He looked at Peter
at the rooster’s third crow.
He had a few words
for Pilate.
A few more for the woman
on the path to the cross.
He took care of his mother.
He forgave his tormentors.
He brought comfort to another dying man.
He looked up.
He gave himself to God.
© 2014 Julie Clark
The Beach Park
We have been back in the area for over four years now. We have a regular walk at a beach park nearby. It’s so close, just a 5 minute drive from our house down a steep hill and along the shore until we arrive outside the park in the neighborhood of houses overlooking the Puget Sound. There’s a small parking area in the neighborhood that most people don’t know about and a side entrance to the park that only the handicapped with their vehicles can enter with a special code. We just park down the road and hike into the side entrance. The main entrance and parking lot are a way up the hill. You park there and hike a mile down to the beach. Then a mile back to your car. That entrance is much farther from our house but we sometimes hike up to that parking lot and then treat ourselves with the beach at the end. Depending on how much time we have. There is a lovely family that live in the park in a tiny little two-story cabin. They have lived there for a long time. They are the Ranger family. Just up the road beyond the side entrance are large expensive homes, but theirs is the best. They only have to walk through the meadow onto a path under the train tracks to the beach. It’s a wonderful beach ever-changing with the tides. Eagles and Herons are common sights. Sometimes we see seals. Just heard a pod of orca whales were across the way. You never know what you are going to see so the best thing to do is keep your eyes open and pay attention. Today, we were especially noticing again the huge stumps of old growth forest. I can’t get enough of them. No longer living but giving life to the trees that have rooted on top of them. We were curious and wondered if there were any living old growth trees in the Park hidden away somewhere. So we asked the Ranger when we saw him. He said no, but told us where we could find some not too far away. Now we are going to hunt for those trees. There is something about standing near one of those giants that have been living on the earth for hundreds of years. It kind of puts things into perspective. He also told us the Chum are running up the creek. We did not see any today but will keep our eyes open for the next time. The creek is lined with red alders, some firs, the old growth cedar stumps and I don’t know what else. The Ranger was describing how he enjoys smoking the salmon he buys or catches. We laughed together at what we heard about the Lewis and Clark expedition. When they got to the Northwest they got so tired of Salmon that they traded with the Tribes from the area for dogs so they could have red meat. I can’t imagine ever getting tired of Salmon and I have never knowingly eaten dog! As we were leaving the park he told us to wait a minute while he went into his house. He came back with a pack of smoked salmon for us! What a treat. We came home and had it for lunch with a salad and cheese and crackers. We feel like the luckiest people sometimes. So many amazing people and places. The world is a treasure.
Take Two Omaha
The Garden Path
The Garden Path
Was obstructed
First by orange plastic fences
And bulldozers
Wait
Next year you’ll see
The Sun Flowers
Then the secret door
Was locked
Don’t give up
Look for another way
It was there
Opening to
Fountain and flowers
This time the path
Blocked by yellow flowers
Push them aside
Let the air fill with
Their fragrance
How do we know
What to do
When our way is blocked?
We walk with the
Gardner
Waiting to be asked
© 2013 Julie Clark
In the Joslyn
Maurice Utrillo’s
Road to Puteaux
Makes me homesick
For Paris
I was there long ago
I never saw that street
The lone, wind lashed
Poplar of
Monet’s Village Street
Beckons me to remember
The Poplar lined streets
Of Central Asia
© 2013 Julie Clark
Choices
Choices lie before me
Which path will I choose?
Will I choose a path of faith, hope and love?
Will I take the time to listen?
Will I discern the gravity pulling me?
Will I feel the ancient forces of good and evil?
Will I choose the good?
Will I ask for wisdom in the choosing?
That is my hope
That is my prayer
I’m still learning
I’m still growing
© 2013 Julie Clark







