The heart-shaped clouds of sunset
orange, deep blue and cotton candy pink
pepper and patchwork the sky.
I am in awe
anchored in the here and now
The seasons capture my attention.
some are lighter and brighter
with growth and opportunity;
others in darkness, quiet
a stillness blankets the earth
Like marble that follows its track
towards light or dark,
it doesn’t matter the trajectory.
They are both sides of the same coin;
You can’t have one without the other
A seed can only sprout under pure darkness.
and like the ocean tide,
like the phases of the moon,
we must not forget our periods of
rest, renewal, of turning inward
So that our wells become stocked
with fresh ideas and inspiration come spring
Tag: rest
Rest big or small
a cozy space
to breathe
a lavender-scented mask
luxuries but not necessary
I am grateful for this space
this cozy place to rest
I am the author of my story
The captain of my ship
I steer toward calm waters
I hold steady during the storms
They come and go
as is life’s journey
rest is my anchor
rest is my healer
So long ago I read the quote,
"I am my own healer"
Little did I know it would be
many years – decades –
before that intention became my reality
I choose rest
Today it is my birthright
to heal and feel
I am one with the earth
Rest is a landscape
Rest is a landscape and a peaceful terrain. I feel the wave of relaxation Wash over me Like healing prana energy. I vibrate in its essence. I embody the essential nature. Rest returns me to me. More than a return to center. It’s a return home. Where I am always welcome. A place where I belong. Rest is a landscape And a peaceful terrain Of healing and belonging. It is not a far away place. It is always within me Around me and a part of me.
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.
Healing Insights 