The Joys of a Veggie Dog

we sit
around the campfire
roasting not meat
but veggie
dogs

the brits think we are crazy
but then change their perspective
tasting crispy burntness
and homemade zucchini relish

they fall in love with our american ways
and we remind them that we are canadian
and move onto marshmallows

the sun sets behind the mountains
the laughter is light hearted
and we all cry out together as the perfectly roasted marshmallow nearly falls into the fire

saved
by our caringness.

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Telling a Story

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I let go of the need to be seen and tune into the music,
I tune into what it brings out in me.

I dance a story.

I am running distressed,
There is sadness.
I pause and look away, shield my face with my hand,
Run again.

I do not build up walls but stay with the feeling,
And I’m not so much running from it but running with it.

The song shifts to something fast,
The dancers around me tune into the new rhythm.

My story is not over,
and so I pause,
I stay still,
Feeling the rhythm,
Feeling the sadness,
Not running from it.

And then it lifts,
and joy pours in.

I run again – this time giggling,
We run together.

What is this story of my heart?
What is this sorrow and this joy?

I let go of the need to be seen and I become free.