A path to miracles
Unheralded self healing isn’t even the new thing; it’s the only thing.
Thank you, Mary, for your gifts. 💚
Such an important message, Mary, delivered from the spaciousness of you.
In a relationship in my past, we had a Friday nite routine of taking turns writing and listening to spontaneous poems. We filled books doing this. I was always amazed at what wanted expression, if given the space and permission. This poem reminds me of that.
floating in the ether
palpable in silence
captured on a sun beam
or the rustling of the leaves
carried in the water
held in the earth beneath our feet
who listens to its message?
is present to the unseen
cuts through the mire
& all the dread and the gloom
layered over our world
obscuring what is true?
oh, listen there.
Fabulous - lovely poem...
I've had my share of those kinds of memos lately - some written by others and some written by my own fragile soul. Your poem helped me re-set...and to get back to what I know I can accomplish...
Feeling unmemo’d. Great audio addition! Nothing like hearing the author read it out loud. I read it first and came back to listen while reading it a second time. It hit different, it hit wise. And gentle. Thanks, Mary!
Beautiful true words, Mary! xoxo
Thank you for the encouraging reminder! ❤️ It’s a full time job to ignore all of the propaganda memos!! 😜
I am once again moved and edified by your words. Thank you for continuing to share.
Thanks for putting a smile in my day !