Simplicity

Inside
Are all the answers
Outside
Exists relentless chatter
Quietly
Ask for what you want
Silently
Trust that it’s all coming
Listen
To receive the knowing
Surrender
And experience joy, relief, peace, love.

It is all here for you.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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4am

You are lying next to me
Your breath hot on my face
Opening my eyes gently
I see you, peaceful, full of dreams
Covered by a warm, white comforter
My legs wrapped delicately around yours
I always knew it would be this way –
You, me, peace, comfort, relaxation
Naps at 2pm, nights in with Alaskan halibut,
Roasted veggies and wine, wine, wine
Meditation and angel cards
Ab Friday’s, hikes for miles and miles
Couch talks that last into all hours of the night and morning
It is love, this is love
I close my eyes, wrap my leg a bit tighter around yours
And go back to sleep.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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Sunday fun and a poem slipped my mind! Here’s the make-up.

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I cannot imagine a world without you
Without your smile
Your glow, and your sense of style

I cannot imagine the world existing
If you would not be there to speak to it
To hold it, and care for it the way you do

I cannot even fathom the sadness
Of not waking to your gorgeous face and
Feeling your skin every morning

The Universe can’t imagine it either
Which is why It gave me you.

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It’s Easy

Healing is easy
If you remember
That you’re perfect,
exactly as you are.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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I always think I can’t fall more in love with Kinnikinnick Foods, but then, they do it again. This time it’s a spring seasonal donut – blueberry. Me and the man started our Sunday with this delish donut and coffee/tea (green for me!). And wow – we were speechless!

Order your package of blueberry donuts today. With only 140 calories, no gluten/dairy/soy and minimal sugar (for a donut), you cannot miss this deliciousness. My beau says he couldn’t even tell the difference between a gluten donut and this one.

BTW – I’ve tried almost all of the Kinnikinnick donuts and these are the BEST!

Bake in the oven at 350 for 10 minutes for absolute perfection. Do not microwave or eat cold – you’ll miss the full donut-delicious impact.

Happy Eating!
xoHeather

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09 Apr / NaPoWriMo: Day 9

Lock

Eyes lock
Memories engage
Lips lock
Lust ensues
Pure ecstasy
Takes over
Leaving nothing
Left to
Chance.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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08 Apr / NaPoWriMo: Day 8

Fantasy Meets Reality

In my fantasy,
You do everything I say.
You adore me,
Worship me
Are committed to what I want to create.

In reality,
It is nothing like this
And I think –
How could I be so wrong?

Except, I’m not wrong
It is all happening exactly as I intended it,
So very long ago.
You are playing your role and I am playing mine –
Brilliantly.

It is exactly what I need
Pure and simple
And I can never ask it to be more
Or less.

It isn’t worth it to question life,
it won’t ever be wrong.

Of this I can always be sure.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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07 Apr / NaPoWriMo: Day 7

The Conversation

It has been a year since we last spoke.
Do you remember?
Today, finally, I felt brave enough.
Quite naturally,
we picked up right where we left off –
Polite. Quiet. Content.
I imagine this is how life works, in all regards
how the pain of lost love fades
Give it time, give it quiet, give it peace
Then it ceases to exist.
Before you know it, you’re having a conversation
with an old friend.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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06 Apr / NaPoWriMo: Day 6

empty

it is empty
in this silence
in this emptiness
where you once were
where i still hear the ringing of your voice
and feel your hand on my thigh
tea bags sit idly in the sink
dirt from your boots covers the worn, blue carpet
and tears fall, ever silently, down my reddened face
you said you would be back
you said you wouldn’t be gone long
but here i am,
empty.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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05 Apr / NaPoWriMo: Day 5

Just the Facts, Ma’am

I am going to die someday,
it is, an undisputable fact.
It hits me as I walk along mossy Evergreens
feeling the warmth of lazy slits of sun
I take a deeper breath (to validate that I am, in fact, alive now)
and say it again, this time, out loud:

I am going to die someday.
There is no stopping this,
my youth will fade, disappear
like a popsicle left absently on a counter-top.

In this truth, certainty appears
How could I spend a day doing anything other than what I love,
with people I love, in a place that makes my heart full
and my eyes shine?
Why would I dare to share my space, my heart, my soul
with anyone other than he who adores my very presence?

This is life, and it is not to be taken for granted.
It is meant to be absorbed, loved and enveloped in every moment.
Choices are easier to make with this knowledge, with one’s
finger pressed firmly against this incredibly enlightening reality.

Every choice matters.
Every second is more important than the last.
Waste not,
Live much.
It is, after all
Exactly what we’ve got.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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In honor of National Poetry Month, I’ll be writing one poem a day for all of April. Since I was without computer this weekend, below are my first four poems for the first four days of April. You may notice a theme of…remembering – as this is a general theme in my life right now. Please leave comments and links to your poetry as well!

With love,
xoHeather

Fairytale

Once upon a time
there lived a girl
who dreamed of a life
with more
than slamming doors,
angry words
and sadness.
One day, the girl
set out on her own
determined to do it
all differently
and far better.
Challenges befell her,
and many a night
she faced slamming doors,
angry words
and sadness.
But, she soldiered on
sure that she deserved
more and would one day
find it.
Then, one day, she did.
On a beach with water
spread out as far as she
could see.
Suddenly, she remembered.
Her dream life lived inside of her
beyond slamming doors,
angry words
and sadness.
The peaceful life she craved
was not to be sought
after and found,
it was to be allowed
out of her soul and
birthed into this life.
The girl sighed, and
smiled her biggest smile.
She was going to be okay.

———————-

Love Asks

Love does not ask me to run
It does not ask me to hide.
Love wants my soul,
100 percent of who I really am.

But, I am scared.

Smiling bright, I
pretend that I don’t know
what it is love requires.

But, I do.

Love is asking me for surrender
For total, gut-wrenching honesty
Love wants me down on my knees
Begging for the light, yearning for all I am.

And then, I remember.

I was given this gift.
This man, this opportunity to love
And love is not asking for me to play
the same, old, tired games.

Love is demanding my full participation
On every level – mind, body, soul.

And so, I do.

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I Am Here

I am not good enough
for your program,
your magazine, or
your publishing house.

I won’t follow the rules
or bend to regulations of which
I find lacking and irrelevant
not to mention terribly uncreative.

I am here to write
And some days, it is wretched
But, I cannot care
I must do what I came here to do.

I didn’t come here to write for
your program,
your magazine,
or your publishing house.

I came to write my truth
I came to shine it so brightly
For all who resonated and
were drawn.

Somehow, some way it would matter
Somehow it would find its way
Into the right hands
Of my perfect people.

I thought you would understand.
Instead you bore me with
meters and rhymes and
statutes that say poetry can only look like _______.

I smile, though,
remembering that I did
not come here
for you.

———————————

Me

My safety does not lie within you
It lies, within me.
It is buried deep.
You see, I put it somewhere so I
wouldn’t forget.
Although, like those pesky car keys,
I often do forget.
But now, now I am remembering:
It is me
I am me
It all adds up to one – me.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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