HCB Writings

  My Hope M ay peace be A ttained after I am gone, Y et while you remain A dventuring on Earth. -hcb

1st Day Those comforting voices are clear, I can only see things that are near.  But I know I have nothing to fear, I am enveloped with love now that I am here.  -Hcb

  The Weeping Mother It started with a shift that only her sense of smell caught. That musty, wet dirt smell that whispered the end of the drought was near. The breeze picked up, dancing among the trees and playing with her hair. The sky was turning dark grey and the chill heightened the senses. She looked up, willing the drops to fall from heaven, bringing life back to Earth. The first drop landed on her forehead, raced down her face and jumped off her chin to land on the parched ground. As more drops landed, tears streaked her face and mixed with the life sent from heaven, It was the rebirth of spring, of earth, of everything - a chance to start anew. -HCB

  Bouquets She bounded in with a bounty of beautiful blossoms, Bequeathing them to the blond binding bouquets, To bring to the Banquet of Blessings.  

Shower of peace Near scalding rivulets of water ran from my shoulders, Melting away the weight of two ton boulders. Steam obscuring reality and making time cease, Often these moments are the only time I feel peace. -hcb

Heather Her Logical and Intelligent mind  Enjoys strategic planning while Affection, wit and Thoughtfulness  Help her maintain her fairness. Embracing her spirituality, Reminds her who she is. -hcb Witty

  Thank You for Being You People swaying in the squeaking and bumping bus, Followed the ritual of avoiding direct eye contact. A sudden lurch, stopping and then the hiss of the doors opening, Eyes quickly glancing up to judge whether the person was worth the effort to make space. Absorbed in my own thoughts and fears of the cliquish highschool life, I had not noticed the new addition to our silent traveling group, Until she was only a few rows in front of me. Like me she was what people considered plus size. Unlike any larger woman that I had seen, She was dressed in a red business suit with an A skirt and heels, Not in sweats or a long frumpy skirt. She walked with a plan and sat down in an empty seat. I wish I had the courage to compliment her, Or even offer a smile, I would get off a few stops later - forever changed, A woman with my body type could look like a strong business woman. -HCB

  Change Change is painful. Change is destructive. Change is beautiful. Change is productive. Change is grief. Change is fear. Change is relief. Change is cheer. Change is impeded. Change is maligned. Change is needed. Change is kind. Change is required. Change is inspired. Change is desired. Change is admired. -HCB

  Love is a Sleepless Night Nights of easy slumber are a long ago memory. Worries about those I love cause peaceful night to elude me. Awoken by every cough or movement when he was small, When he was older it was the fear of every late night text or call. Last night excitement kept sleep away, Text messages through the night and day, Now sleepless nights for him will be norm, For today his baby daughter was born. -HCB

  Spring Haiku Daffodils wilting Tulips stretching for the sky Ebb and flow of life -HCB

 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.  ...

Always at the ready. Locked into a fighting stance, She will defend the jetty, With a sure footed dance. With her weapons drawn, Into her enemy she strikes fear. She will be no one's pawn, So Beware!

 Oh what a crooked tree, Gnarled and twisted but beautiful to me. Full of life's twists and turns, For each of life's challenges another one it earns. For rarely does one live a life, That does not come with problems and strife. My life crooked as it may be, Is just as beautiful as this gnarled twisted tree. HCB

  A tiny cold raindrop lands upon the frozen canopy, Slowing down as it meets each drop that came previously. Losing the last of its warmth, it holds the last bead tight, Creating another ice bead that sparkles in the light. HCB