I go to the source within . When the light is dim the threads of prayers hold me in . 
When the Light is Dim
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When I Pray
It is not always peaceful when I pray .
A tangled web of threads that I seek to liberate
from a restless mind that struggles against the stillness .
I walk and walk and feel a brief respite when tiredness
sets in and the knowing that soon I will sleep .
New Sight
I had to learn how to see her again . Big, brown eyes mellow and soft when displaying her sensitive nature and fiercely courageous when taking a stand. These are details of who she was and were tucked safely away within the vitality of love . Protected from the chaos and disrepair of grief the moments that had passed between us remained alive .
THE LIGHT
The courage I needed arrived in the quiet , in the dark . It was the strength of her trust and her faith
that fed me when I was too exhausted to eat. It was her child like pleas for Chocolate that me gave fleeting
smiles like a light in the darkness of fear.
She was a light in my life .
Holding her frail hand was easy . Letting it go …heartbreak .
Stillness in Motion
Each step taken on the Pilgrim’s path brought me closer to the peaceful place that dwells deep beneath the surface of daily distractions.
Each step was like a meditation that opened a door to a deeper, more intimate connection to the energy of my soul.
It enhanced and strengthened both the seen and unseen threads of connection to all life. It was an unexpected gift from this ” stillness in motion” .
And It was my mother’s end of life passage that initially reacquainted me with the inner quiet that can be found within motion. Each step of her journey brought her closer to quietude. I could see on her face, and in her eyes , that she had entered a part of herself that was still and yet flowing onward like a river. Peaceful in a way that, I imagine, comes from the pureness of trust and love, with out boundaries, without expectations. It was thanks to her that I received a glimpse of the peace residing in my own heart and felt the freedom that comes from acceptance. This was the first of many unexpected gifts.
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