HCB Writings

 I’ve known all along, Physical strength does not make you strong.  It is the strength to ask For help with a task It is saying no or not at this time Instead of saying fine.  It is taking time to take care of you When you’re feeling blue.  It is loving yourself flaws and all And learning to stand tall.  It is trying again and again, That gives us the strength within   HCB

If dishes were wishes, we would have a ton. If dishes were wishes, they would always be done. If dishes were wishes, dirty would be clean, If dishes were wishes, the kitchen could be seen. If dishes were wishes, we'd have more time, If dishes were wishes, life would be sublime. HCB

  A spark ignites the Beltane Fire As we seek to inspire Growth and fertility, Passion and connectivity. Working hand and hand, We hope to better the land. A circle, like our minds we open, Both our spirits and our circle will not be broken, As we dance around the May Pole Filling our hearts and soul. Drumming, dancing, feasting spontaneously start Enjoying each other until we part. We will never tire of celebrating our Beltane Fire.  HCB   

 Drip... Drip... Drop I hope it doesn't stop! I love to feel the rain, It makes me happy again. Drop... Drop... Drip Outside I skip, Jumping and making a splash, As thunder makes a crash! Drop... Drip... Drop The rain drums the rooftop. Outside in the rain I play, And then back in for a warm, cozy day. Drip... Drop... Drip Down my face it does slip. A path of cool wetness it does trace, As I feel peace in this moment and space. HCB

What kind of present do you get a troll? Maybe we should have a poll. Should we get a bridge with a billy goat? Or maybe a giant overcoat. Would a troll like a dragon as a pet? Though it may be really hard to get. A dollhouse might be a surprise, But the dolls would have to be human size. What kind of gift would a troll treasure? How big would it have to measure? I just don't know if I am up to this task. I think the thing to do is just ask. "I just want to have fun with a friend, For a troll's loneliness never seems to end". Oh this is going to be easy to do, I would love to play with you. So we played and had lots of fun, Even after the setting of the sun. I will come back and play again, because I love to have a troll for my friend. HCB   

  Child, you should not roam after dark, You might run into the Cowshark. The Cowshark dines on human parts, Though it is known to spit out the hearts. If you are out past dark having fun, You may have nowhere to run. For it is very hard to flee, As it can run on land and swim in the sea.  So make sure you come in before the sun sets, Before the Cowshark's appetite wets. For if you are out after dark, You might be eaten by a Cowshark. HCB

  T wo roads diverged in a yellow wood, W hich could I take vs which I should. O ne was well worn and considered "good". R oad two was misty and hard to see, O ddly it was the one calling to me. A ngst took hold, making me want to flee, D eciding would be key, S omeone else decide, I wanted to plea. D oing what I know best, I put logic to the test. V ital information must be stressed, E very fact and figure must be addressed. R andom guesses I so detest. G oing with what the results suggest, E ven though they were hard to digest, D eciding to take the "good" road should be my quest. I struggled so much with this decision. N othing felt further from my own vision. A s hard as I tried to start down that "good" road, Y earning to do what I was told, E ach step made me empty and cold. L imping along until stillness took hold, L essons in the past had taught me to be bold. O nly the other direction would I behold. W restling done, I crossed a new threshold.