Number 3

The third time
will be a
charm
He’ll be all that the others
weren’t

He’ll fancy me in the
appropriate ways
Dream of only me
and love me like no other

We’ll never
fight
or yell
or hate
We’ll always be
inspired and
fulfilled and know
that we are
destined
for each
other

The third one
Will be the good one
The right
one,
I’m sure of it.

© 2009 Heather Strang
All rights reserved.

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Read Write Poem, Inspired Poetry 🙂

Spinning

Sitting

Weightless

And in wonder

Will I fall?

Will I leap?

Will it all end today?

It’s too early to tell

And so I sit

In quiet contemplation

And wait.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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2 c hot water
4 c vegetable stock
2 c green lentils
1 c carrots, chopped
1 small white onion, sliced
2 T parsley
1 T olive oil

Place all ingredients in a crockpot. Simmer on low for 4 hours.

And enjoy!
This soup is spicy, hearty and YUMMY. It’s pretty rich, so I usually only have 1/2 a cup at a time. Pair with heated corn tortillas (turn a stove burner on low and place tortilla, flipping when reaching desired crispiness).

Happy Eating!
Heather 🙂

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Island Days

Sunshine
Hits my
Legs
and forehead
Birds chirp
and roosters scream
The water
in the pool
is cool against my
skin
I yawn
while palm trees
sway
Singing me a
private song
The plumeria trees
whisper their secrets
And the hybiscus
blush with embarrassment
I step in deeper
The water tickles my
hips
Now I’m swaying
with the palm trees
Mimicking their dance
As I become one
with the island.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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The Dancer

Who is this dancing girl?
This girl who craves
Movement
And flip-flops on a sunny
Afternoon
Who reads poetry
While sipping tea
And dreaming of where she’ll live
Next

Who is this girl who questions everything?
Who believes nothing is
Truly simple
And who must assign
Meaning to every
Occurrence
Every sign,
Every mark
Along the way

Who is this girl who is no longer a girl?
Trying to figure out what
Intimacy between friends,
Between lovers,
Between strangers,
Between family
Really is
Hoping that somehow she can figure it all out
Through a poem, or a song or a dance

Who is this girl who loves to create?
A new recipe
A new groove
A new life
Quite possibly for the very act of
Creating
With the dream that
In the end
It will mean something remarkable

This girl, this woman, this lover, this creator is
Me
And there are no labels
Or definitions or confines
Or even a box big enough to contain
My spirit.
It will soar
Simply because
It is meant too.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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Country Music

These days
The only
Thing
That makes
Me feel
At home
Is
Country music
The twang,
George Strait,
And songs of women and beers
Soothes my soul
Makes me remember
Where I am
From
And who I am.
With no one around
No familiarities to call
My own
I reach
For something,
Some shred of evidence
That I am not alone.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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Snow Birds

Matching his and her blue striped towels
Camouflage bathing shorts
And tanned, leathered skin

One thing is missing, though
The conversation.

She barely raises an eye
As he passes by
He watches her closely
Careful not to upset her
After all these years.

She studies her book meticulously
And then becomes bored
He is no longer noticing her
Now, she must get his attention
She may be 65, but she isn’t giving up just yet.

So, carefully
Very carefully
She rises from her lawn chair
and saunters
Steadily, in her full piece
zebra stripe bathing suit
This catches his eye
He watches her carefully
She dips a toe in the pool and wades in
Her eyes lift up, gracefully
They make eye contact

The argument is won
The tension is gone
After 35 years,
They’ve still
Got
It.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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So…here goes!
Feel free to respond with your poetry too. It is National Poetry Month after all.

Alaska

On a pier in
Alaska
You shed a single
tear
And said you wanted to marry
me
We held hands in the darkest night of
nights
And you took my breath
away

With your
insistence
With your
confidence
With your
certainty
That I,
I should be
yours.

I had no answers for you
then
And, I still
don’t.

Just a simple
memory
Of a boy
On a pier in
Alaska.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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To kick off National Poetry Month (of which I’ll be writing/posting a poem here daily!), I wanted to share a poem I recently came across and absolutely LOVE. It just makes me happy. I hope it will for you too:

The Happiest Day

It was early May, I think
a moment of lilac or dogwood
when so many promises are made
it hardly matters if a few are broken.
My mother and father still hovered
in the background, part of the scenery
like the houses I had grown up in,
and if they would be torn down later
that was something I knew
but didn’t believe. Our children were asleep
or playing, the youngest as new
as the new smell of the lilacs,
and how could I have guessed
their roots were shallow
and would be easily transplanted.
I didn’t even guess that I was happy.
The small irritations that are like salt
on melon were what I dwelt on,
though in truth they simply
made the fruit taste sweeter,
So we sat on the porch
in the cool morning, sipping
hot coffee. Behind the news of the day –
strikes and small wars, a fire somewhere –
I could see the top of your dark head
and thought not of public conflagrations
but of howit would feel on my bare shoulder
If someone could stop the camera then
if someone could only stop the camera
and ask me: are you happy?
perhaps I would have noticed
how the morning shone in the reflected
color of lilac. Yes, I might have said
and offered a steaming cup of coffee.

Linda Pastan

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So this last week I turned another year older. 31.
Wow.

I really dug 30, so I had some resistance in embracing 31.
Although, a week in, I have to say that it’s pretty awesome.
My journey continues on…I finished The Call by Oriah Mountain Dreamer and walked away with some very BIG realizations. In the midst of all of that, I’m reading Rumi – and loving every juicy, delicious minute of it.

This morning I woke up early, read A LOT of Rumi and then proceeded to write 4 poems that I absolutely love. It keeps happening like this. Inspiration and writing, combined with voracious reading. I read some more of Maya Angelou’s work, including a biography written about her. Such an amazing woman.

And I realized that when you are destined for greatness, as Maya was, nothing in the world can keep you from it. Even though her path went in one bumpy direction (early pregnancy, prostitution, drug use, etc.), the Universe made sure the right opportunities came her way so she could be the great force that she is in the world today.

It’s comforting, this realization.
To know that if I’m meant to write a best-selling novel I will. If I’m not, that’s okay – I’ll do something else that will impact the world. And there is nothing I have to do to “make” it happen, except for listen to my heart and follow the direction it points me in.

Right now it’s pointing me in the direction of writing, reading, rest, walking, cooking (my fridge is EXPLODING with vegetarian, delicious food!), coaching, meditating and BEE-ING.

In addition, I had my official composting training and we have what’s called an Earth Machine (see photo above). Now, I’m able to compost effortlessly and easily. It feels good to be eating local, organic food and then taking care of it in a sustainable way.

My birthday ended up being AWESOME. I spent an entire day (the day before my b-day) at the Grand Hyatt spa – I hit up everything: the steam room (infused with eucalyptus!), the sauna, hot tub, pool, cafe, gym, outdoor shower and yummy products. Leaving there, I felt like a million bucks.

Monday, my actual b-day, I worked, but Rich and I went to watch the sunset and then went to dinner at Roy’s. They printed “Happy Birthday Heather” in the menu and served me a chocolate, flourless cake. I had a BLAST!

Today, was 80 and sunny – I spent it doing exactly what I love: sleeping in, reading, writing, cooking, spending time at the beach and in the ocean, going for a walk, talking with my soul sister’s in Portland, watching reality TV (Tough Love is officially my new favorite show) and just relaxing.

So, 31, let’s go!
I’m ready to see where my road leads to next.

Much love,
xoHeather 🙂

Pictures top to bottom:
-Surfers at Shipwrecks beach
-Me at the Taro fields
-The Earth Machine!
-Me & Rich at Roy’s
-Me blowing out my candle 😉
-The menu – everyone made me feel SO welcome there!

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