|Japanese Maple Tree Fall 2014 - Peachtree Corners, GA|
Here is a spoken word poem I wrote and have performed live once. Due to the season it's been calling my name and it wants to be heard again :)
by Christine Gautreaux
and falling out of the sky from 12,500 ft in my first free-fall sky dive over the Majave Desert in Ca.
Wind whipping by
feeling weightless until the ripcord pulls,
the shoot opens jerking you up
and then utter silence…
It’s me & God
Silence so profound it opens up places inside of you, you didn’t know existed.
Sliding in for my first landing thanks to a last minute wind shift…
Bruising my tailbone…
But Oh what a rush! Falling, Rising, Floating – Yes!
It reminds me of falling in love for the first time.
College boy more interested in what he could get than what he could give.
He dedicated Tom Petty’s “Free Falling” as our break up song.
And YES that landing bruised me too.
But did I jump again?
Yes! Yes I did.
The thrill, the rush the pure pleasure of adrenaline that occurs in love and in adventure unmatched by the everyday
I met my true love in the Fall.
Five years later we began to date as the leaves turned and the air chilled.
A county fair – one of our first official dates…
A moment in the parking lot where he set an extra coke can down & kept walking…
I stopped and declared, “I don’t date litterbugs!”
He never littered again. (but he still sucks at recycling)
On top of the Ferris wheel that night we began the gentle fall towards love. The sparkling lights that covered the everyday grime making the evening all that more enchanting.
Falling every so slightly like in the steps of a Waltz.
Falling asleep snuggled into each others arms wrapped so tightly together we breath in warmth and out unity.
I HAVE fallen down & fallen hard & risen time and time again.
As a mother, as a wife, as a woman and as a friend.
My tears have fallen in sadness and in joy showing both my strength and softness at the same time. Like jewel toned leaves racing towards the ground.
Fall creates a masterpiece of beauty – natural art that changes daily as our lives do even after 20 years together.
Why yes, Fall is my favorite time of year. Listening to the wind sing it’s song & the leaves dancing and glowing with color on their last journey.
I love the crispness in the air. The flavor of campfire smoke and the holidays teasing my senses.
Most of all
I love the moment
when the possibilities of life unfold before you as you gently let go
like the leaf
and opening like a life saving parachute
It’s you & God
As you gently ride the air currents home.
Wrapping you around with infinite love and fall favorites,
The Matrix of Manifestation: Flexible Consciousness
CENTERING THOUGHTMy awareness is infinitely adaptable.
SANSKRIT MANTRAYoyatah Hum
My awareness is infinitely flexible and fluid.