Tell Me

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When did scarcity roll over you, wilting you timid and fearful?

What darkened childhood tale shadowed your lightness and spirit, giving away your bold?

Who changed you so short that your worth became socially outsourced to the new and unknown?

When the sun rises it reminds us with furious beauty that moments are spectacular. Well thought plans, penned goals and shiny thoughts trivial pursuits of those who will never grow.

The rain that drenched you with indignation, coming unannounced on a summer day? The universes way of tapping you awake to all you never will control.

What happened between the first moments your eyes opened to the universe to where you stand today? Unable to muster the courage to stutter the words your heart desires, I miss you, I love you, please don’t go.

Our heart and our soul intuitively tells us when we are home.

An unspoken settled place is our being, a warmth, a person who undoubtedly many lifetimes we have known.

Tell me, when did scarcity roll over you?

Leaving you all alone.

~Alisa Hutton

About That

 

belonging

When did I forget?

Where in between knowing how to roar and pounce with ferocity did I start to bow to what was dumped on my shore

When did I stop kicking the garbage aside and let it burrow in my heart, that shit, nothing but genetic folklore

Who handed over the gift of my worth and desire like weightless confetti thrown effortlessly, just as ignorance breathes nonsense

At what God forsaken turn did I believe what I was told rather than what my intuition knows?

When did I roll over on my back and let life happen, lose my laughter, spice and interest

Who let me, why did they let me, who was cheering for me, did they not see me go

Get up

Stand up

Stop looking down

You and me

We’re meant for so much more

-Belonging

By Alisa Hutton

Desert Flower

desert flower

She does not aim for perfection, her soul knows it only exist in its absence

Aspirations are not that of societal fairy tales

Her story is written in held space

Wrapping her heart in silk

Grounding her remembered past on the itch of the burlap floors

Sitting by the ocean her eyes will teach you of her tides

The calm and the storm

Listen with care as she speaks of the moon that guides the richness of her flow

Find her in her quiet on warm sunny day

As the sun shines on her face you will see her worries effortlessly floating away

Bliss is not something she bought at the store or withdrew from a teller

She is fire and water, swift currents on silent nights

She is unexpected passion and intuitively right

Exquisitely blooming in the harshness of authentic strife

A desert flower

She is beautiful for life

~Alisa Hutton

Right Now

Right Now

A relaxed state of knowing

My body slides in to the chair, an inexplicably comfortable intuition

One of the legs seems to wobble, maybe the floor just isn’t a fit?

Perhaps, this imperfection is simply a reminder that imperfect is the right fit?

This is where I am to be seated, a moment in time

1:11 as I glance at my watch

Sensual aromatics, freshly ground coffee and spiced tea drift across my senses, memories warming on plates passing by

Allowing my gaze to wander I look through the window, the pane perfectly weathered to tell her story

Restless time, history, comfort in a solid foundation and a fresh renewed purpose

Old wooden ears that have heard it all, it is her frame

Glass eyes that have seen decades of curious onlookers who have wandered in and out, it is her window

The frame and pane different in their purpose, yet that purpose lost without support and synchronicity

Time allows for clear reflection

The sky dripping an incredible blue, drenched and wide open, the white clouds perfectly placed to outline the magnificence of today

Such a simple moment in time, such incredible beauty

How am I to imagine that I was to be anywhere else

Now that I have seen

Right now

~Alisa Hutton

Solitude

solitude

In our solitude, incredible uninhabited space

That voice that speaks

The only one

We need to listen

Our heart is knowing and has beautiful intuition

Vulnerable chambers will crack open in breathtaking pain

Given fresh perspective, offers of chance to nurture and heal

Echoes of regret and hardship poke at our most vulnerable fears

The choice to show up or run far away

Equally near

Surrounded by those who live by telling us how we should behave

They speak of who we should love and how we should feel

I know only this

Clarity is found deep in me, you and what is real

It may feel uncomfortable, lonely and press on a nerve

Solitude will whisper

The love we deserve

~Alisa Hutton

My Table

flowers

I will build a house

Choose my counters, taps and table with unnerving ease

I have never been a woman who is driven to please

I will hear a song and can’t help but dance

My happy feet might step on yours, there’s always a chance

I prepare my food with mindful, meditative thoughts

If people thinks it’s weird, I worry not

I won’t ponder long on things I was told I should or can

I don’t follow recipes or societies plan

Some think I am random or plotted wrong

My intentions are good and my values strong

I take a little longer with whom I love and share

My heart is big and keenly aware

So curious to me, you always seem to be right there

A decision that comes easy when choosing a table and loving you

It makes me smile and always seats two

~Alisa Hutton