LIFTED – Comeback Poetry For A Needed Time

Therapist-Santa-Rosa-Lifted-Poetry“Lifted is impeccably honest and rare. Kristy Hellum shares with us poetry that makes suffering almost seem worthwhile. Let yourself be staggered by a phrase. This is raw and important wisdom for a time of chaos. Her poetic encouragement for authentic grieving is brilliant, seductive, and aimed straight for the heart. May we all be so fortunate to be touched by poetry that makes us want to sing and dance, laugh and cry, all in the same moment.”

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Excerpts from LIFTED – Comeback Poetry For A Needed Time


A Formidable Fragrance Comes From Your Garden


Have you noticed how
Age and Wisdom
have been kissing
your face these days?

It’s pouring through you –
Your radiance is making the
Zinnias and the Dahlias
Tell the gardener,
“I want what she’s having”
Blooming all the way
Through winter.


Cupped Hands


Find a teacher
Preferably one that lives
Close by,
Very close,
Like inside

Then build a container
You don’t have to cut down a tree
Letting the wood season all year
In the forest or buy a lathe
Or sign up for a wood turning class

All you have to do is
Cup your hands
They become their own container
Your sacred bowl
Now whisper a prayer into
Those cupped hands
They hold all the prayers
You have yet to pray

If you do not know
How to pray
Simply say to yourself:
Thank you
A thousand or eight thousand times

If you wonder who you’re praying to
Don’t worry, everyone wonders this most of the time

The rabbi while reciting a blessing
The monk while sipping tea
The devout catholic alone in her room

Please Please Please
Thank you Thank you Thank you

Or the other way around
It doesn’t matter which comes first;

A teacher
A container
Prayer or
Gratitude.


A Poetic Argument for Grief


Have you cried enough in this lifetime?
Take your grief seriously
Become the ash urn
For the vanishing wilderness
Despair for the Dolphins

Make your own salt water
for the disappearing marshes
The silent Earth is listening
Be called to outrageous acts of despair

And then
every now and again,
In the face of splendor,
Turn towards it.