Even on a rainy day...
the birds still sing in the trees,
the wind still blows softly,
inviting me to step out,
to breathe deeply, to feel alive.
The mist rises from the valley
as the Earth drinks and exhales.
I can watch, breathless
as the magic unfolds,
not merely an observer,
but one enchanted
with the wonder of life.
Speak,
sing,
play
and dance!
Remind
the world
of
the sacred romance,
the
beautiful union
of
Earth and mankind
before
we grew cold
and
deaf and blind.
She
needs our voice,
our
kindness, our h'art.
In
life’s great dance
we
all play a part.
To enjoy
the sweet peace
of the simple life.
To move mindfully,
to pause, to reflect, to notice,
to close my eyes,
to feel the breeze, breathe it in,
to hear the sound of rain,
nature's music,
to see the sweet beauty
of the Daisy, the Clover,
the Buttercup,
to be present,
to feel the absence of rush, of haste,
to follow no agenda, no map,
but the soft whispers
of my soul at peace,
my heart in tune with the Earth.
Feeling
alone,
scared of the unknown.
Yet
not alone are we.
We
have walked the
dark
woods before,
alone,
in the cold,
missing
a shoe that was
lost
in a swamp.
We
are here.
We Are.
We
are celebrating
our
awakening,
cheering
us on,
holding
our hands,
lifting
us up,
remembering
who we are.
We
Are
Light
Love
Beauty.
We Are.
The
fear of the pain,
all
of the unknowns,
the
enormous weight
of
responsibility,
the
shedding of one life,
never
to be the same again.
The
self-doubt,
the
tension,
the
physical pain,
the
sleepless nights,
then...
The day of giving birth.
Death
to one life,
grateful
for how it's
brought
me this far
terrified
to let go,
free falling,
alone.
Yet not alone.
She
is
already there.
She
has gone before
me.
She
is holding my
hand,
reassuring
me
that
everything
will
be all right,
that
we ARE
strong
enough,
brave
enough,
ready.
There
IS light
before
me.
Love
will
guide
the way.
You
will not starve, Beautiful Soul.
The
abundance of nature and
the
creativity of your heart will
provide
all you need.
You
will not lack love, Dear One.
For
love calls to you, sings her songs
from
clouds and stars and waterfalls
bursting
from within you.
You will not run dry, My Love,
of music, of dance,
of play and creativity.
It lives within your soul.
The
time will come,
my
dear,
when
you will no longer
live
in fear,
when
you will
wake
up with the sun,
and
breathe in
the
fresh air
and
know that
the
new day
is
yours to shape
and
mold.
You
will feel safe
to
your core.
You
will know
that
you are loved.
No
one
will
ever take away
your
worth, your voice,
your
light.
Now
is not the time
for
meekness,
sadness,
grief
or fear.
Now,
you must
dig
deep within
and
find the strength
to
fight!
Fight
for her
who
lives within,
whose
voice needs
to
be heard.
Fight
for your children
who'll
watch and learn
and
see their mother
be
brave.
Fight
for your future
that
shines so bright,
it
is now
within
your reach.
I've got you, babe.
