Category: Poetry
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a most beautiful thing
Today I saw the most beautiful thing.I walked back to the creekwhere I had seen the turtles and ducksjust the other day—the turtles and ducks that saved usat the beginning of the pandemic,when the whole worldturned upside down.I stood on the bridge,peering over the railing.No turtles.No ducks.Perhaps it has gotten too cold,I thought,which sent my…
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for the women
for the womenby Lindsay L. O’Connor A social media post that went viralasked women what they would doif there were no men on the planetfor 24 hours.The answers would make you weep…“Go on walks at night.”“Dance around town at 3am without fearing for my life.”“Wear whatever I want.”“Leave my drink unattended at a bar.”“Get a…
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nighttime rose: resurrection musings
I wrote this in honor of my daughter’s birthday about a month ago:nighttime rose:resurrection musings My daughter—my first child—my once-presumed-lifeless but miraculouslyresurrected-while-still-within-me child—the one who turned the tomb of my womb into a cradle that rocked her gently and protected her from every harsh thingwhile she formed intothe baby I met months later—I have witnessed…
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to Sabbath like a lizard
To Sabbath Like a LizardI didn’t read my Bible today.I sprawled out on our aging deckand kicked off my shoes.The skin of my bellyinadvertently made contactwith the sun-warmed wood underneath.I can see why lizards do this, I thought.I heard the leaves rustle overheadas the breeze swept through my haira dog barkeda bird warbledI became aware…
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the inconvenience of our sadness
The Inconvenience of Our Sadness Do you ever feel so tired, you just weep and weep and weep? Weeping sounds so beautiful, like a willow— elegant sadness stretching out perpetually, showing off her delicate leaves draped on bending branches. My sadness never feels that lovely. It feels ugly, self-indulgent, and inconvenient— an obstacle to all…
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when you begin to feel again
When life is overwhelming, our wise bodies sometimes take an overdue break and our obedient hearts and minds follow suit. Maybe it feels like fatigue or illness or depression or apathy. Everything just shuts down. It all felt like too much, and it was. You were never meant to carry so much alone. And then,…
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sisterhood of the sacred dance: afraid & free
Sisterhood of the Sacred Dance: Afraid & Free Something they don’t tell you about freedom is that it can feel scary as hell, at first. Even as you celebrate the broken shackles, the lightness of your limbs feels unnatural, like you have become untethered and might just float away. When you wake up to the…
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Anxiety Dance
Anxiety Dance I used to think anxiety was a moral failure, a personal flaw, an indication of a lack of faith. I thought if I tried hard enough and prayed often enough, I could send her away, her departure the reward for my spiritual growth. Then, do you know, the more I tried to get…
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a prayer for women OR a blessing for dissident daughters
a prayer for women or a blessing for dissident daughters Today I’m holding women close in my heart. I have a prayer to share for us all but would also be honored to pray for you specifically if you would like. Just comment or send a DM. A prayer for us all: God our Mother,…
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power trip
Power Trip Signs, wonders, and miracles are the shiny packages that tell us of God’s might but oh, how we have despised God’s weakness! And in so doing, perhaps we have learned to despise our own. But Jesus submitted to the vulnerability of birth and death and all the joy and pain and every-day-ness in…
Lindsay L. O'Connor 