Lean into the trunk. Rest your ear to the side. Listen. You will hear it. The rush and flow of the hidden water underneath the sandy creek bed. Invisible to the human eye, but not to the soul that listens. Life flowing, water moving, energy carrying the dryness of life above the sandy creek bed. Where do you need to rest your ear to hear the sound of the water flow beneath the surface? |
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Winter rest - taking all the time needed, while light is low, while warmth is absent. A soul space of being, before dreaming time and awakening time.
moment the heart beats, the next it does no more.
Grief is the waves of tears and laughter, the waves of story telling and quiet holding. The waves of heart ache and hope. Grief is the weight of a dark blanket wrapping the soul, bringing a comfort of sadness. Surrounding all of life, till the heart and soul no longer need its weight. Grief is the tiredness of the soul holding the depth of raw emotion, the anticipation, the reality, the sadness, the emptiness, the lostness. Grief is the sadness that envelopes all of what there is and might be. Sometimes lifting, sometimes pushing down. Grief is the lostness of what holds us and directs us. The shifting of anchor points, the realisation of what has stirred us forward, now loose, untethered, and flapping wildly. Security of self navigating life's compass points. Grief is the fragility of self. The vulnerable, the fearful self, exposed without protection. Open to deep hurt - intentioned or unintentional. Grief is unconfined, unrestricted, a part of us all, in the uniqueness of our own life's story. The missing of love, the missing of relationship, the missing of dreams and hopes, the missing of being known. Grief is many experience, and held moments . . . . . |
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