03/12/2026
We had a poetry corner at our Open House last week. Folks who came to see us each contributed one line of poetry to add to a blind poem. After compiling them (with a little artistic license), this is our result:
Volcano erupts; stuck in a cage of grief, fear, pain and broken dreams.
Impacts still fresh, unsure what to do. Who am I , where do I fit, where do I go?
My heart aches to see the world; A place to rediscover who I am
But how can I tell if things happen? New self-talk; dare I believe?
Maybe I have the strength to overcome, to find joy
Seeing is believing, I can commit to one day, together for a day
Embracing the beauty and wonder of nature to heal and grow
I can look towards joy, and the life I envision
An unexpected message takes root:
“find joy by keeping the little bird in my heart alive!”
My Heart yells? “I AM HERE JUST FOR YOU!”
“I never left; I was here all along”
I love others, do I dare to love me too?
Healing brought poetry surging from her depths, saying
Beauty is all around- open your eyes and see
And she felt a warm hug around her; Peace flowing on the wings of women
With courage and grit they danced into the night
Old messages that spoke of other women, taunted her with:
The Queen was in the garden eating bread and honey
Could that ever be me?
Now I find a place to rediscover who I am, and the support I need to thrive
As I grow into my skin
My creativity is power, new confidence brings joy
Now I see
A million stars, separately twinkling, but together a beautiful map of past and future
Bridges means connections and community and the path to change
The celebration and recognition of dignity and agency
Natural Bridges, built bridges, each one taking me to where I need to be
Bridges brought hope, repair and new dreams; from volcanos come fertile soil, I grew a new me.