musings of Kimiko Karpoff - Gratitudes
Healing House Tribute
I will turtle this house
carry it with me
an auric field, an energenic memory of deep connection
sacred learning, profound gratitude
wisdom
I have been blessed by every moment here
by laughter
by angels and spirit friends
by people laying their whole selves out, saying "touch me"
by stories spoken in words and held in bodies
by song and images
by questions, wonderings and moments of deepened understanding
This sanctuary, this space of convergence, this gathering place
this house where healing soaks the walls, carried in by hands
trembling and eager and gentle and wise and open and
clenched and smooth and frail and gnarled and. . .
and
I am gentled and strengthened by this house whose presence
in and around me
slows my frantic pace, instills my steps with intention
and with it I walk in the world as
Wise One
Healing Presence
Divine Love
Kimiko Karpoff, Healing House practitioner
Naramata August 5 - 11, 2012
"thanks be to God"
Night time rises
Night time rises in me.
The quieting of hustle and bustle
the calming of the glare.
It is when my longing for a moment of peace
is answered by a gentle hush, a brief pause.
Bless the Lord, O my soul. I am so grateful
that your day begins with the fall of night
the time of regathering and refreshing.
At night I feel enveloped by you.
It is night that makes me able
to face the brightness of day.
March 19, 2014
~
Honour Women
we honour women
connected at our root
at our core
women who give birth, carry life
who are about food and love and sheltering
who embrace
and defend
and laugh, cry and rage together
women of beauty
who carry water, tend fields
carry hope, tend families
we honour ourselves
our mothers, sisters, daughters, aunties, friends
sister from across the world
daugher we have never met in places we have never heard of
we listen and join our voices to their singing, crying, laughing, raising up of what the world longs for
love
a love that feeds, embraces, shelters,
nurtures, speaks into being and listens into speech
we take hands
hold each other in love
love circles the world
March 8, 2013
~
Wax and Wane
This is today. I trust it is so.
A moment of life already waning
while waxing into the next
The sun is both constantly rising and setting at the same moment.
We grow toward God, toward knowledge and our highest self, the closer we are to our corporeal death. It just is. But the closer we are, the more we can realize that wonder of our highest self in relationship with God. It is good.
Face west, the sun is constantly setting.
Face east, it is constantly on the rise.
Both are beautiful,
Glory to you rising God
If I turn around, you've got my back
Glory to you waning God
I know if I wait in the mystery of dark
you will soon be peeking over my shoulder
February 16, 2013
~
For Willy
autumn is a good time
when leaves blanket our paths
soften our steps and
quiet the earth as it prepares for winter
autumn is a good time
as we pull our blankets from closets
to wrap ourselves
in quiet contemplation of anticipated frosts
autumn is a good time
if any time must be good for the sorrow
of the empty chair
of the bare branch
even as you drift away
we will gather the red and gold memories
and prepare for the winter of your absence
and anticipate spring when we will greet you
once again
with the budding of the trees and
return of the songbirds
love kimiko
oct 17 2012
~
If I Did Not Walk
If I did not walk
I would miss the dogwood trees resplendent in pink petticoats
I would miss the greeting of the barber and the man getting dropped off after work
I would miss the fresh blue paint on the house at the corner, the red and orange poppies at the co-op
and the pause to admire the late afternoon sun on the curve of the river
If I did not walk
I would miss connecting to the ground, the neighbourhood, the change of seasons,
in other words
the Divine
June 14, 2011
~
Dance of Gratitude
The rocks hurt my feet
stealing my cool and grace
an awkward dance
glorious dance celebrating
sun, heat and days filled
with nothing but time
the memory wiggles my toes
fills my lungs with hot lake air
I squint against the brilliance
Blessed pain
gratitude and praise
wonder and thanksgiving
January 30, 2011
~
Spark of life, smell of pine
Spark of my life
Golden liquid light
There is a gentle smell of the pine needles fallen to the ground, dried by time, heated by sun, then cooled by falling evening. It is a soft smell. Warm and symphonic with the lake breeze adding a delightful harmony.
I feel waiting.
Imagine something as soft as dryer lint enfolding you completely
Playing under the blankets. A fort, a womb, a hiding place full of giggles and adventure and breaking out for fresh air.
July 29, 2009
I will turtle this house
carry it with me
an auric field, an energenic memory of deep connection
sacred learning, profound gratitude
wisdom
I have been blessed by every moment here
by laughter
by angels and spirit friends
by people laying their whole selves out, saying "touch me"
by stories spoken in words and held in bodies
by song and images
by questions, wonderings and moments of deepened understanding
This sanctuary, this space of convergence, this gathering place
this house where healing soaks the walls, carried in by hands
trembling and eager and gentle and wise and open and
clenched and smooth and frail and gnarled and. . .
and
I am gentled and strengthened by this house whose presence
in and around me
slows my frantic pace, instills my steps with intention
and with it I walk in the world as
Wise One
Healing Presence
Divine Love
Kimiko Karpoff, Healing House practitioner
Naramata August 5 - 11, 2012
"thanks be to God"
Night time rises
Night time rises in me.
The quieting of hustle and bustle
the calming of the glare.
It is when my longing for a moment of peace
is answered by a gentle hush, a brief pause.
Bless the Lord, O my soul. I am so grateful
that your day begins with the fall of night
the time of regathering and refreshing.
At night I feel enveloped by you.
It is night that makes me able
to face the brightness of day.
March 19, 2014
~
Honour Women
we honour women
connected at our root
at our core
women who give birth, carry life
who are about food and love and sheltering
who embrace
and defend
and laugh, cry and rage together
women of beauty
who carry water, tend fields
carry hope, tend families
we honour ourselves
our mothers, sisters, daughters, aunties, friends
sister from across the world
daugher we have never met in places we have never heard of
we listen and join our voices to their singing, crying, laughing, raising up of what the world longs for
love
a love that feeds, embraces, shelters,
nurtures, speaks into being and listens into speech
we take hands
hold each other in love
love circles the world
March 8, 2013
~
Wax and Wane
This is today. I trust it is so.
A moment of life already waning
while waxing into the next
The sun is both constantly rising and setting at the same moment.
We grow toward God, toward knowledge and our highest self, the closer we are to our corporeal death. It just is. But the closer we are, the more we can realize that wonder of our highest self in relationship with God. It is good.
Face west, the sun is constantly setting.
Face east, it is constantly on the rise.
Both are beautiful,
Glory to you rising God
If I turn around, you've got my back
Glory to you waning God
I know if I wait in the mystery of dark
you will soon be peeking over my shoulder
February 16, 2013
~
For Willy
autumn is a good time
when leaves blanket our paths
soften our steps and
quiet the earth as it prepares for winter
autumn is a good time
as we pull our blankets from closets
to wrap ourselves
in quiet contemplation of anticipated frosts
autumn is a good time
if any time must be good for the sorrow
of the empty chair
of the bare branch
even as you drift away
we will gather the red and gold memories
and prepare for the winter of your absence
and anticipate spring when we will greet you
once again
with the budding of the trees and
return of the songbirds
love kimiko
oct 17 2012
~
If I Did Not Walk
If I did not walk
I would miss the dogwood trees resplendent in pink petticoats
I would miss the greeting of the barber and the man getting dropped off after work
I would miss the fresh blue paint on the house at the corner, the red and orange poppies at the co-op
and the pause to admire the late afternoon sun on the curve of the river
If I did not walk
I would miss connecting to the ground, the neighbourhood, the change of seasons,
in other words
the Divine
June 14, 2011
~
Dance of Gratitude
The rocks hurt my feet
stealing my cool and grace
an awkward dance
glorious dance celebrating
sun, heat and days filled
with nothing but time
the memory wiggles my toes
fills my lungs with hot lake air
I squint against the brilliance
Blessed pain
gratitude and praise
wonder and thanksgiving
January 30, 2011
~
Spark of life, smell of pine
Spark of my life
Golden liquid light
There is a gentle smell of the pine needles fallen to the ground, dried by time, heated by sun, then cooled by falling evening. It is a soft smell. Warm and symphonic with the lake breeze adding a delightful harmony.
I feel waiting.
Imagine something as soft as dryer lint enfolding you completely
Playing under the blankets. A fort, a womb, a hiding place full of giggles and adventure and breaking out for fresh air.
July 29, 2009
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