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I embrace the goddess within
She and I tread lightly
and listen wholeheartedly
hand in hand I am led
and together we heal this land
Tag: embrace
The Ripple Effect
The ripples of light
A reflection of the moon
still, stagnant, a clear mirror of
what’s above, so below.
Which image is true?
Which image, the reflection?
A pebble in the water
will break that perfect, serene image.
Life each day is full of pebbles.
They can disrupt a clear scene,
- real or imagined –
thought, plan, or idea.
And now you are at a crossroads.
or plans get derailed,
Goals change.
Our focus and interests evolve as pebbles too.
The fluidity reminds me to not be so rigid
and stuck.
Like a mirror of glass,
I can reflect in my own imperfect image.
And that is just as real or valid.
Imagined or rooted in the here and now.
The ripple effect.
Some pebbles are big, heavy rocks
that make a big splash
Disrupting the quiet.
The waters are moved with brute force.
A little pebble may not have such a loud,
obvious effect.
But its ripples still go out, far and wide.
Is there a cause and effect?
Do our stones create the waves
of rage or anger?
or serenity on our shores
further down the journey?
We can’t hold all the stones to prevent their departure.
Release them into the waters.
Transform them into sand.
Hardships meet resistance.
Sharp jagged edges get smoothed down.
Even if it breaks into a million pieces,
the rock is still ever present.
Holding onto the rocks would be a burden,
their weight, their heaviness,
and sharp edges.
We wouldn’t feel or see the joy
and lightness that surrounds us.
If we drop them all at once,
it’s like hitting rock bottom.
A jarring crash to the system.
Can I let go of this stone,
even the pretty ones?
I can carry them in my pocket
but eventually there will be a hole
or they will be lost without my attention or care.
Then I will feel loss, grief, dismay.
But it wasn’t all resting on
what the stone represents.
It is all inside of me.
The burden and the light.
The sadness and the joy.
There is safety in letting go.
Now I am free to embrace the day,
to make connections,
to feel joy, love, peace, and gratitude.
Accepting that a perfect,
serene scene was never
the end goal anyway.
Imbolc
These dark days of winter
no snow or ice
just a grayness
hung low from the sky.
We all want to be free
free from pain
free from hurt
thoughts, mind
body still.
Yet I go outdoors
Praying for the sun rays.
I won’t squint or complain
This time, I promise.
Your rays are not harsh
But a welcome home
Into your warm embrace
We all long to be.
Gray sky
Gray concrete
The houses look dim
The trees stark black.
I can see the cardinals
seeking shelter in the tree.
Where do they sleep at night?
Do they nest or hide in a stronghold
Sheltered from the cold
The gray, the unending hard ground?
The body hardens against the harsh reality
and all I want to do is soften in that warm embrace.
Lead me by the hand
Yours warming my cold fingers
Gloves don’t keep out the cold.
I saw a glimpse of the sun
and I went outside to seek its wisdom
to bask in its glory
to soak up some rays.
The biting wind greeted me.
My strong legs carried me on
Hoping my body would soon warm up.
Stride after stride
We all want to be free
free from pain
free from hurt
free from isolation and a cold shoulder.
A warm smile greets me like a warm mug of tea
The whole room softens in your glow
The light of Imbolc, another of nature’s cues
The darkness is not a permanent state
The sun doesn’t always shine
It doesn’t have to rain or snow on a cold, gray day.
My emerald heart glows in your embrace
To walk upon the body of Earth.
I come from there
I come from there. Far over the edge where the sky meets the earth. The trees line the horizon With never ending evergreen. I come from there. The warm grass with little crawling insects. A green soft blanket underfoot. I come from there. Where salty air cools my skin and fills my lungs with care. I come from there. Far over the edge where the sea spreads out to a flat horizon whose edges knows no bounds. I come from there Where rain melds and becomes my tears tears of joy tears of sorrow nourishment and sustenance. I feel and appreciate it all. I come from there. Where home greets me at the door. A warm embrace. A quick burst of chatter about the day. We are welcome. We are loved. We belong And call this our forever home. I come from there. The lovers embrace. The calm after the storm. The seed of potential. The green light of love. The sparkling emerald of my heart. I come from there. I just know in my bones. There was no lesson. No guidebook or post to mark my path. The landscape was laid out before me. Welcomed me with a warm embrace. Sunshine on my face. Sustenance to survive. Laughter, joy and connection to make it all worthwhile. Mine all mine. My story. My experience. My joy and sorrow. I come from there. The edge. The sea. The air. The sky. The grass. The rain. And I am welcomed home to mother earth greeted by a new day and embraced by the moon each night I come from there. The loving world and welcomed embrace
The lives that dream beyond the window pane
The lives that dream beyond the window pane a glimpse into the soul but I can never surmise what is really there. I see a middle-aged woman bending over is she too old and unable to stand upright? Does she use a cane or a walker? Is she always carrying a heavy load along with a heavy heart? She is bending over to what I can’t see. I am curious about her life. Does she suffer? Did she ever feel pride and proud of her accomplishments? I can wonder and assume. I find that I transpose my feelings as if we share one heart, one life, one soul. But the story is not mine. She is bent way down and I can just see the top of her grayish hair pulled into a high bun on her head. What mysteries lay out of my sight. Now she moves. She is standing once more. Her arms are full with the warm embrace of a child that she lifts up so they can talk and see each other eye to eye. The child and the woman are smiling and the woman starts swaying a gentle dance. Is there music? Is there song? Her eyes and face are bright. She no longer seems bent over, weak and worn. She is full of life with the sweet babe who lights her soul and mine as I continue to pass on my way. A smile on my face that she is not suffering nor am I. The world is lovely and has tender moments and I’m grateful to be the silent witness of this loving magic that fills the air.
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