Not exactly sure why this lit a spark for me.
These days, my heart wants to remain in the background...
tucked away where nothing but goodness can seep through.
I sense if my throat opened, there would only be a long wail of grief.
Yet, that's only in one level of the chamber.
In another is the wonder of grandchildren graduating,
seeds quietly growing, the first blush of spring
bursting with color and life.
Can I learn to appreciate the mixture...?
grief blended with the wonder?
I'm inviting in my ghosts
for the pleasure of "emptying them".
That way I can fill the space they leave
with what is real.
And yes, sincerely yes to learning to be braver.
Fear cannot be allowed permanent lodging...
only temporary passage on the way to courage.
Namaste'
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