Welcome 2022 . Are you really here ?
Quietly we ushered you in yet with hopes so high that they could reach the stars .
Some moments seemed so still as if time hadn’t moved at all while others just seemed
to flow and flow .
Welcome 2022 . Are you really here ?
Quietly we ushered you in yet with hopes so high that they could reach the stars .
Some moments seemed so still as if time hadn’t moved at all while others just seemed
to flow and flow .
Resting thoughts open the way ,
A heart’s inner song rising in the air.
Like lyrical sounds traveling through time
and each beat of the heart making music somewhere .
A lyrical life is what I seek .
Flowing and delicate then rising in crescendo ,
falling gently into subtle rhythms like a soothing lullaby .
A moment held and telling a story . It speaks not only of this moment of life’s history and evolution . It speaks of endurance intertwined with fragility and of quietness and courage . The story of a lone bison standing in stillness on the volcano known as Yellowstone and myself , the lone explorer , standing in the threshold of what was and what is . Welcoming the freedom of quietness in a pause and willingly entering the mystery .
I saw you . A soft and worn smile coming from your eyes inviting and calm . A moment much needed and such a surprise . Thinking of how we can give so much in a passing moment with a shared smile .
I saw you and humbly looked into your eyes . Is there a willingness to share in a moment of our humanity ? Respectful if not and a bit of glee if it is there .
I saw you and thought how two strangers heartbeats might sync for a moment as we pass by .
A new life arrives . She is given away . Is the first experience of this life one of trauma ? Aside from the one of leaving a safe womb does the separation from her beginnings of life impact her sense of comfort and trust ?
She is born with a trusting heart no matter the circumstances . She loves deeply , so deeply that it surprises even her .
Welcomed into a home , into a family , that wants to be what it is not . There is love . There is love that battles within itself and with it’s own brokenness . Her love , in innocence , rises to the surface in moments of celebration . Like when she awakens first thing every morning , before opening her eyes , then is a joyous smile across her face. Did her soul choose to know the indescribable ache while also choosing to carry a joy filled heart and an ever replenishing trust ? The brokenness of the family integrated more trauma into her original wound and in quietness she finds a healer , herself . Did her soul choose ?
And in her quietness she sometimes dreams of knowing wholeness . Enchanted by the sight of the moon and the stars she finds a sense of rootedness in them . And when she is near water and it’s powerful timelessness then she feels held by the breath of all life past , present and future .