Begin Again

//Begin Again

Begin Again

Guest BlogPoem by Jetanne DiCola

I came here to write the truth about the human experience in a time of excess
Lately I’ve been letting go
Unlearning myself

I am not a woman
I am not a mother
I am not a sister
I am not a daughter
I am not me

I let myself travel to the inky black space
     to the red-yellow heat of the stars
          back down to the vast blue ocean and its immense creatures
               particularly the great whales 

How small I am next to a whale 

I open my heart to the jagged grey mountains
     and the rolling green hills
          the golden fields that touch the horizon

The older I get
     I long to lay down on the soft neon green moss at the base of the beech tree
          in springtime

I keep a stack of books on my children’s bedside tables
     0f fairy tales,
               the stars,
                    the universe,

My hope is that they will open them again when they feel insignificant,
          lost . . .

The earth is louder now, faster
     it pulls our attention away from what we need most 

Yesterday we touched frogs,
     saw the muskrat scurry into the creek,
          marvelled at the seed pods

You can always come back here
     to the stack of fairy tales,
          to the red-yellow heat of the stars,
               to the base of the beech tree

You can always come back here and begin again.



  1. Richard March 20, 2024 at 3:50 pm - Reply

    Elegantly written, almost Cohenish!❤️🙏

    • Rita Hartley March 20, 2024 at 3:52 pm - Reply

      I will let Jetanne know! She’ll be thrilled to hear that. It was really a journal entry and when I started working with it the poem revealed itself!

  2. Julia March 22, 2024 at 4:01 pm - Reply

    Beautifully written. She takes after her mom!!

    • Rita Hartley March 22, 2024 at 4:55 pm - Reply

      Thx Julia – she’s an eloquent spiritual writer 💖🙏

  3. Julia March 26, 2024 at 9:23 pm - Reply

    Wow. Jetanne. Well said!!!

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