Two Gifts from My Heart: Orange Blossoms & The Slow Turning of Wonderful Things.

At the start of the year, I started therapy (I am a huge fan of therapy; it's a wonderful tool, and it's helped me so much), and one of the first things my therapist had me do was write a poem. Specifically, her prompt was to write about what I was leaving behind to move forward. That prompt became this poem:

Orange Blossoms

Know that, one day, my love,

we will lounge in the sun

under our orange trees in bloom,

as the distant thunder roars around us

in the garden we have built.

It is wondrous, effortless, though we have to tame the weeds and prune the bushes,

it is perfect work.

After all this time,

our love will taste like fresh orange blossoms

and sound like the symphony when songbirds

meet in the swaying branches with joyous delight,

and will feel warm like the July sunshine

between sweeping curtains of rain.

We were always worthy of this.

But now, as the long winter ends and pulls

back its ice from the ground,

I am shaking off the haunted nightmares

that gripped my sullen heart

and staked me to barren land,

and using the trickles of melted snow

to find my way to rich dirt.

I am learning to plant the gardens

under whose canopies we will one day raise our children.

And know, my darling, though we cannot understand it yet,

your love is deep and worthy and lasting,

because it is a force to match mine,

for as much as I love dancing to my own beat,

I want to hear your steady rhythm click against

the old floorboards.

For as much as I love the warmth of the evening passing

in my own company,

I know our silence is more comfortable together.

For as much as I love the taste of an orange,

it is all the sweeter to share.

So I will keep going, for now, roaming the wide earth,

to find fertile land for the start of a garden

where our oranges can grow wild in the sun.

Poetry has been such a wonderful outlet for me in these last few months. At times, it was the only thing that kept me sane. But Orange Blossoms became the cornerstone for a new project that I've been wanting to share with you for many months now.

I will be publishing a book of poetry very soon!

I'm waiting on a final draft and publishing information, but I hope it'll be out at the start of the new year, It's titled The Slow Turning of Wonderful Things, and will be available through Amazon as a paperback, and a whole bunch of other online places as an eBook.

Here is the cover!

I'll update you as soon as I can with publication dates and links. Please find more information

here!

Thank you for giving me space to write, and I hope these poems resonate with you as they did for me.

As we close out this year, may your time be spent in the company of the people you love, doing the things that make you happy, and may you realize that it's never too early to start again, start new, and start with love.

All my best this holiday season,

xx Bea