What better setting for a day of re-membering...a deserted beach...a wave swept shell and debris studded shore. ..a brightening blue sky. .a mountain in the distance. ..across the historical bay. ..undresses herself of lingering mists. A lighthouse. .. lone witness to that specific perspective. ..The darkest point of night. ..into the innocence of first light. So many chapters over the last 15years...have washed me up onto this beach. My heart dancing or drowning yet always, without the need for words, finding restoration, renewal ..relief. Tides of gratitude continue to sustain me like soul breath. Inhaling. Exhaling. Acknowledging...allowing. Recognising...releasing. All sung into my life story by divine winds. ..sometimes brutal ...more often gentle. Re-minding me of innate wisdom, of inherited medicine. I am home. I am whole. I am an instrument of love. ..a being of immortal light. I am here I am held. I am heard and seen. I am alive. In wholeness and the holiness of this moment. ..this blessed day.
Posted on: Fri, 30 May 2014 07:58:09 +0000
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