I have shared my love of the skies With my children Just as my mother has to me. It is a connection to the cycles, To the phases. A generation of past and future All tracked by astronomers. The regular rhythms and rotations. The future can be predicted With precision. It goes unnoticed. That beauty. That light. If not for my calendar And my lunar yoga practices, I may lose that connection. Unaware of that rhythmic dance Of the cosmos always happening Hidden behind those clouds. Beyond my human sight. There is magic and certainty, Mystery and always beauty.
Author: Healing Insights with Jen
I share my stories honestly as an attempt to find meaning and connection. My intention is that by sharing our stories we ultimately heal ourselves and the world. I want to be a beacon of light to show that it is possible to find your footing and inner strength even when the world seems to be in chaos.
Shadow and Light
To know what’s behind the shadow I must stand in the light. It may be uncomfortable It may be out of my comfort zone. It may feel out of sorts and confusing. Only the light illuminates. The truth can be too much, Like too much sunlight without a shady spot. The shadow is not always a scary corner. A dark place can be healing. A cozy cave, a reprieve from the spotlight. A space to regain and meet myself again. In the beginning, the womb was dark and was all I knew. Then there was a bright light. The world was born as I knew it. Spring is nature’s green light. A signal that we can go if we want. We can emerge from the shadow into the light. The days march on, allowing in that knowing sun. The butterfly emerges from the chrysalis Transformed in a safe cocoon And the world was reborn into flight. My feet touch the newly green grass That has grown in that warm sunshine And takes reprieve in the shadow of night Knowing that the light will greet it once more. And the greenery will grow more lush and fresh All due to the bright rays above.
The role of a lifetime
I used to feel FOMO When I was at home With a newborn Watching everyone around me Going about their lives, Being productive, Going on adventures, Enjoying their freedom. Little did I know that those Tired newborn days Was the most important role I would ever play. I was making sure my baby Would thrive and have the best start. And now I see the foundation was laid. Not only are my daughters healthy, They are loved and accepted And given freedom to explore And express who they are, Who they want to be, With unconditional Love and acceptance. My role continues but has evolved. Our nest is our cozy little home Where they dream and play; Where the yard is a center point, A meeting place, a magical space. And I marvel at their growth, Proud and grateful to embody This role I’m now in.
The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on
How do I get back into flow? Is there a kink in the system? Like a hose with a knot The full force is slowed. Not completely stopped, But there is a definite blockage, A detour. And my resourcefulness gets turned on. It lays dormant when life feels easy, Downstream, and at one with the current. Less debris Less diverged channels. Life has its interruptions. Where the flow is now a trickle Does that mean my journey is at its end? Am I fixated on the muddy tracks of water, The stagnant spots? If I look closer, as the sediment has settled, Things can be clear when I focus. Sometimes rest, not resourcefulness, Is in order. To lie in the earth To watch the clouds To catch my breath To feel rested and recharged, then I’m ready To begin the journey again.
Awareness & Acceptance
It’s a practice to be aware of when I’m accepting and surrendering And when I’m complaining, Lost in the weeds and missing the big picture. If I want to learn and grow, I must practice. The effort ushers in the Gifts of growth. When we master the practice, We become the master of our lives. No longer thrown about Unchartered, untethered. We chart the course of our lives. We get an outlook on what’s ahead While appreciating what we have right now.
Each day is a gift (II)
The earth is waking up. The ground softens And looks more bright. Can I soften too? Each day is a gift. This body, this life. It’s more than just to merely survive. The season, The challenges Come and go. This body, Like this earth, Is a gift. It provides more than The instruments to just Survive and get by. As the ground softens, The many shades of green Surround my senses. In delight and insight, Growth, Rebirth. I can gift myself With that same delight.
Cusp of Spring
I am always in awe At the resiliency of new life that comes after the deep frost Deep sleep. There is beauty and innocence, Hope and encouragement That that same resiliency is A source in me That I can tap into and Embody when I’m struggling Or stuck. There is always hope.
Full Moon in Libra
I am a Libra Tonight the full moon is in the sign of Libra The scales. It is in my power to balance And walk down the middle path. It’s hard to see the middle When you are acutely suffering. All the tools get swept away And become inaccessible. Just reaching to grasp them Seems like additional effort. I am in a holding pattern. Can I accept that this is my condition And trust that answers are coming? To rest a little more while I can? The final slumber before action. And it is my choice. I am not just being thrown about With the fury of the tide. I can let go. Trust that I won’t drown While I wait for safer shores. It can be scary To surrender. I plan on resting Until I have some answers. I will write. I will be inspired. I will move gently. I will accept where I am Patiently aware That change is inevitable. Image from https://foreverconscious.com/libra-full-moon-ritual-april-2023
Spring
Bird song, The quiet of winter melts. The cold grip that clung to the trees Exhales at winter’s end. I am wide awake to a yet Unoccupied Spring On the cusp, The verge of new life. The cycle begins. The seeds of intention are planted. I patiently wait to receive The beauty, The gifts. I’m ready for what’s next, Even while stepping into the unknown.
The blank page is my refuge (part 2)
The blank canvas The blank page The clutter-free desk The cleared-off cooking space. The beginning of something not yet created. The infinite potential The spark of creativity or action. To create something And fill up that space with something new That never existed. And that’s why I return again and again to the page: To a clean space, To make/create something. It is the meaning of life. If we are all creative, It’s the perfect medium to create. I can set the tone of my day, Which sets the tone of my Creative, connected life. On full moons, I always have vivid dreams And creative insight. I capture it here. The page holds all of my fears And creative dreams. It makes my creativity a reality. It is a give and take. A creative relationship That I take action toward And life works. It works for me. I feel light And in a mastery of my life.
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