Remembering the Simple

It seems that I cycle quite regularly to reminders to be simple. Sometimes it’s life feeling complicated. Or full. Sometimes it’s grief that beckons me. Sometimes it’s right-timed intuitive listening — “just go back to the simple” is what I so often hear. For me, my relationship with simple often shows itself when I need deeper clarity.

In a repost way, below is a poem, In The Simple, that I included in A Cadence of Despair.

For inspiration. And for appreciation of clarity.

In The Simple

I love the way
that horses graze in a nearby field.

Sometimes the young ones run
in short spurts.

I love the way
that birds sing in morning sky.

Sometimes a chirp,
sometimes a whistle.

I love the way
that horses and birds remind me
to live
in the simple.