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Loss Unveils the Masterpiece

Michelangelo knew …

A most powerful
tool of the Master Sculptor,
Loss is.
It was the taking
away that unveiled
breathtaking David
to the world.

“I saw the angel
in the stone and
set him free.”
Inside every raw
slab of marble
a masterpiece waits
to be revealed.

We are all
magnificent works
of art in progress,
and losing a beloved
is perhaps the
greatest Master
chisel of all.

We gasp, clasping
our hearts when
our loved one dies
or leaves us.
How will we ever
risk to love again?
And yet, we do.

For in our loss
we learn to cherish
the value of love.
We understand
the power and
importance of “now”,
and we grow.

Love is the fine grit
that hones the
rough broken edges
to a polished glow.
The answer to our
growth lies within
the problem itself.

Michelangelo, you said
God guided your hand,
and in the taking away,
you revealed
astonishing beauty.
David is your work of love,
and a lesson for us all.


This poem is an excerpt from my ebook called Becoming Bigger: Realizations of Self & Humanity, and was first published in 2017 in an anthology called Seven Degrees of Wisdom: Welcome to Our Circle.


© Susan L Hart |  My ebooks

Susan L Hart 2022 / HartInspirations.com

A Little Love Story

Sometimes we discover love in the most unexpected places. So it was on that scorching April day along a dusty trail on North Seymour Island, Galapagos. It was not my first visit to the Galapagos, and it surely will not be my last. I love the untamed ancient beauty of the islands. On this particular outing I had joined a group to hike and primarily bird watch.

There was also other wildlife to enjoy, such as majestic giant sea lions basking in the sun on the giant shore rocks. Sea lion pups nestled in nearby crevices, and I was able to get within several feet of them. The amazing thing about the birds and animals on the Galapagos Islands is that they have no fear of humans. Close encounters with the wildlife are very usual. I was in my heaven that April day!

It was mating season on North Seymour, and love was definitely in the air. Magnificent male frigate birds crouched in barren bushes, with red breasts puffed out to attract the females. Several times I saw females approach the males, and a somewhat awkward tango with gangly flailing limbs would inevitably ensue atop the low lying shrubbery.

The other avian species profuse on the island were the quirky blue-footed boobies. The booby males exhibited their elaborate courting dance, lifting one bright blue webbed foot, and then the other, while proudly strutting around their potential mates. Their distinctive whistling enhanced the exuberant posturing. Our guide pointed out that the brighter blue the male’s feet, the more desirable he is to the duller females. Brightness is apparently an attractive sign of youthful male virility.

Boobies breed and nest only when conditions are right, and they scout out several nesting sites to choose the one most perfect just before the eggs are laid. In other words, boobies are not at all careless where they put their progeny. Some of the females had already laid eggs in nests under bushes along the edge of the trail, and crouching birds watched us carefully as we passed by.

As we curved around the far side of the island, I became somewhat separated from the group. I lingered near one large nesting area, as I found the bird population to be extremely colorful and interesting. I had just circled back to take a few last photographs, when I heard a little grunt from the ground near my feet.

I looked down, and to my surprise discovered that I had almost tripped over a female blue-footed booby right in my path. I was focused on taking photos, and she was squatting in a most unusual open area. As startled as she likely was, she did not budge an inch from her spot. I crouched down right in front of her and spoke softly.

“I did not see you there little one. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

She calmly looked me in the eye, and then slowly stood up. Looking down at the ground between her feet, she revealed to me a large beautiful egg. There was no nest built around her or her treasure. It was as though she’d been walking along the path and got caught by surprise, much as human ladies sometimes have babies in improbable places. What are you going to do? Babies wait for no one once they decide.

The blue-footed booby moved her gaze from her prized egg back to my face, just for an instant. Then she looked back down and a second time back at me, transmitting great pride. The moment was frozen in time. She clearly was saying, “Look at the lovely thing I have made. Isn’t it wonderful?”

I exclaimed over the beauty of her egg, adding that soon she would have a cute little chick to protect. I was awestruck in this simple encounter, so pure in its innocent love. In that moment two females of very different species acknowledged between them the magic of all creation. I was acutely aware of the web of love that connects all of life here on Earth.

Sometimes the infiniteness of the ocean can be seen in a single drop of water. The encounter between the blue-footed booby and I was one brief small exchange, and yet it had immense depth.

As unpredictable as love between humans may sometimes feel, in actual fact it is a universal law as constant as gravity. This invisible, powerful force draws us magically and inexorably together into the One. We are bound and challenged by it.

Ultimately that is why we came here, to learn and get better at love.

A Little Love Story © Susan L Hart 2017-2022

This story is an excerpt from my ebook called Our Beautiful Earth, and was first published in 2017 in an anthology called Seven Degrees of Wisdom: Welcome to Our Circle.


A Little Love Story © Susan L Hart 2017-2022 | HartInspirations.com

In It Together

In a system that feels
heartless and remote,
now more than ever
we must reach out to
others in kindness,
in a personal way,
human-to-human.

The problems of
all of humanity
are now breaching
our own backyards;
it’s no longer possible
to turn a blind eye,
we’re in it together.

© Susan L Hart 2022

Susan L Hart 2022 / HartInspirations.com

Quiet

I’m feeling very soul weary this morning, how about you? The din of the world is wearing me down. I’m heading for my sacred space, “my” park with the beautiful eucalyptus trees and the river running through it.

Sometimes it feels impossible to make peace with our own thoughts, or the craziness of the world. (These too often go hand-in-hand lately.) What we need is simply to let go, to find a quiet space to relax and not think. Hard to do, but nature has this way of coaxing us to be mindful of the moment, the beauty, and what is real. After all, all of that craziness that causes us to come unglued is part of the man made matrix called society. Nature pulls us back to our natural solid center.

I’m longing for peace,
the trees feel my soul’s yearning,
forest enfolds me.


“A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.” ~  Leo Tolstoy, Family Happiness

“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.” ~ Franz Kafka


© Susan L Hart 2022 / HartInspirations.com

Life Is a Gift

It’s a blue sky day,
one of those
beauteous blueful,
joyously jocular,
splendidly splashy,
exceptional days ~
I long to shout
LIFE IS A GIFT
in big unmissable
letters across the
blue shiny yonder,
to imprint them
indelibly on your
mind, so you’ll…

Remember when
the dark clouds roll
in, on a day when
life feels pissy and
oh so problematic,
to take a deep breath,
and close your eyes,
and gently pull the
gray gloom aside,
to see those big
oh so true words
I etched on blue
for you, so that
you’d never forget…

Life is a gift.


Life Is a Gift © Susan L Hart 2022 / HartInspirations.com