November 2021 – Rivers Renewed

In Our Moonlight

In our moonlight My Love we walk stronger hand in hand,

sand under our feet, as if we belong to the Earth

as if we have always belonged together,

turning, you draw yourself in

I hesitate, then accept your invite

as I whisper into your ear,

a small verse

from my Heart Song.

“My Love”.

Finding Myself

When I lose myself in the maple trees, I find myself

looking up, beyond what I know

beyond what I can see,

and for a brief moment

I am spirit,

reaching

into the sky.

Happy Thanksgiving 2021

This is such a beautiful time of year, of pumpkins and apples and cinnamon spice. Along with the restful peace within nature. Of healing and renewal.

It is my favorite time of year, and Thanksgiving is extra special. We can thank God and be with our families, at least we hope to. This is more beauty that builds good things within us.

Let us remember that the holidays can be a tough time for some of us. We’ve lost loved ones, or we are facing a serious illness ourselves. So many things have happened. Let us think about all those we know needing our support, as we sit down at our tables.

Peace and wonderful blessings to each of you.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Heart Songs Remembered

As I walk through the woods now, there are so many maple leaves descending,

oaks leaves spinning

floating,

finding tree bark to hold onto

then falling again.

Others refuse to let go

shimmering

in the soft autumn sun.

And I realize I’ve known so many heart songs,

of prior seasons…..of heartbreaks,

opening, bringing in the light

gliding into open spaces

and guiding me

with phrases.

So I wonder, and I look forward to

the heart songs

yet to be discovered.

Autumn wordflow.

Autumn Wordflow

Each line, each phrase within, breathing into the rest of me

the transformation of serenity

my eyes scan the blue skies

and sunlight lifts my spirits

as maple leaves inspire,

I smile

with my walk even stronger now.

Be Courageous

“A ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for.”

John A. Shedd

Where is your journey taking you? Be courageous! It’s time to set sail and move forward.

Yes, there may be some storms, but you were meant to go forward. You were created for it. Don’t stop now!

You know you can do this.

Peace.

Storm in the Night

Lightening cracked open the sky, and thunder shook the earth again. The storm was on top of them. Most of the men and women were outside now, even though it was the middle of the night. The wind was getting stronger and was playing havoc with the lodge flaps, so the people were busy closing them, tightening the lodge poles, and gathering in what they could. Anything they could not grab was tossed into the air. Children were crying, mothers were screaming, and the men were busy giving commands that nobody heard.

A few of the men tried tending the panic stricken horses. Herding them into a small space worked well in spite of the noise. Another crack, and more rumbling from below. It seemed as if the earth might break open with the shaking. The men stayed with the horses as long as they could, until the hard driving rain forced everyone inside.

No one could sleep. Young lovers took advantage of the time, parents held their children, and some worried about the damage to the village. Would the horses return? They would have to wait until morning.

There was one person that was not awake or asleep. He went to live in the spirit world that night and left his body behind. Lone Horse had been an old man, loved by all the people. He had wisdom from the Creator, and usually after a council meeting people would say – “Lone Horse thinks….” or, “Lone Horse says…” Now there would be an empty seat at council meetings. It was a great loss for everyone.

His wife, Cricket in the Meadow, would not find him until morning. They had been married for more than fifty years, and the people would worry if she could survive the loss. Her health was frail, but fortunately there was still the sparkle of light in her eyes.

Their one child died at a young age from the fever. They carried this pain for the rest of their lives, but it gave them both a vulnerability, a sensitivity, that brought out love in all they did. The people would wrap their arms around Cricket in the Meadow, holding her tight, enveloping her with their love, for as long as she needed. They would get through this somehow, together.

Still, it was a dark time.

Choosing to Breathe This Way

Each step seemed to bring me closer to the secret realm, which really wasn’t a secret at all, simply unseen.

This path of peace, this chosen way of light wasn’t always easy,

what treasure is ever easy to find? Worthy,

embracing the forest and yet more

of who I am, was always worthy.

I will always choose to breathe,

this way

stepping lightly

into the realm

of wholeness again.

Whispers of the Winter Wind

In the whispers of the winter wind, an early snowfall in the night,

our blue dawn revealing pine trees

embracing the beauty.

Note: I’ve been dreaming about snow lately.

When Our Words are Filled with Light

When our words are filled with light, they will go on living,

beyond the page, beyond our fears, even

beyond our time, soaring into hope

wings defrosted

and courage,

filling us

and strengthening

each other’s hearts.

Month: November 2021