Spirit poems and the shape of our prayers,
will be much more beautiful,
so much stronger
when our bodies and minds
are at rest.
Wordflow resting.
Note: I’m on a one day blogging break, and will return in a day or so.
Peace.
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When we acknowledge our need for rest,
a quieter version of ourselves
we honor our bodies,
and spirits,
and embrace restoration.
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As the water falls and we hold on to our sacred space,
where quiet speaks
to that special place,
within our heart of hearts
our desire,
for rest
and renewal.
Wholeness. Amen.
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I like many people, around the world, am beginning a day of rest. Some call it the Sabbath or Shabbat.
No, I wasn’t born Jewish but I really enjoy the concept. It’s liberating really….to have one day a week,
to put everything aside…..and just rest. Renewed, restored and very much alive.
I’ll see you in a day or so.
Peace.
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When I write of the dark now, the enfolding, the pouring in of midnight, I’m not referring to evil, the seeking to destroy, the choking of our humanity, with talons extended,
or even of the darkness of our anointed narcissist, screaming so sadly of his insanity, supported by the prayers of some of the faithful, often confused, and sometimes worse…
no, I write of that dark comfort, stillness enfolding into us, like twilight wrapping us, holding us,
a silence of the heart…where we sometimes go, where stars live….still clinging to the night, watching over us,
over the deepest parts of us….causing even our scars to bow down, hoping for release,
like when birds awaken, praying, fighting sleep, to greet the dawn. It’s OK to go quiet during the rebirth of wings,
instead of leaving our spirits shredded, left in ruins. We don’t have to accept ourselves wearing a reality of dark wings trembling.
We do know the way, don’t we?
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Silver threads of the lake at dawn,
with whispers of deliverance
to awaken,
to transform the grey
to a startling blue,
and the beginning
of birdsong.
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In these times, every heart needs the calm
and beauty of spring,
the rebirth, building our peace
to shape a stronger,
and sustainable hope.
May you be restored each day. Stay healthy!
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Our peaceflow will grow stronger
when our minds and bodies
are at rest.
Breathe in the good air,
and let spring….speak to you.
Stay healthy and safe, and have a great week!
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I do remember the bending of light,
the shaping
of a sacred space
and within my quiet
I knew, I really did know
where I fit,
where I belonged
between
the earth and sky.
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In the gentle strength, descending within the rain
the quiet within
draws me closer,
into the stillness,
of my spirit.
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