GOODNESS-GRACIOUS by Kim Buskala

The presence of the full moon is always a reminder of my mother…

Being she passed on a full moon one November, not so long ago. I have always admired her fullness but now evermore. At times the sight of her will reflect the sadness I felt the day my mother left for the heavens. Other times I only long to dance in her shadow, so I do. To howl, release and let go. Under the moonlit sky.

Goodness-Gracious

by Kim Buskala

As I draw upon

The energy of the moon

I swoon in her

Golden fullness

The light

Delights

My every being

I am shaken, rattled, and rolled

Into the shape of things to come

The waxing the waning

The ever straining

To see what lies ahead

The movement she creates

The stillness in the moment

The need to howl

To express

that has lain dormant

Within me

Releases

As I look to the moon

The mother I behold

Her touch

Her scent

Her light-heartedness

Full with glory

Kim Buskala: “I consider myself a free spirit, I fly by the seat of my pants. I have always known that I was going to be married and raise some awesome kids. That I have done. Married to a most forgiving, funny, loving man for thirty-one years and counting. I have also been privileged to stay home and raise two gorgeous daughters ages twenty-four and sixteen. I love nature and all it has to offer. To travel the seven seas from coast to coast, becoming one with culture is always a dream. Jamaica is my happy place where I feel most accepted and at home with myself and others. Africa is a place my heart longs to be, some day I will return and dance to the beat of their drums.” You may connect with Kim via Facebook here, or e-mail her: kbuskala@yahoo.com

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