recuerda mi corazon

an affirmation to love

 

all those years ago;

could the moonless night have seemed any darker?

derailed with a mysterious debilitating disease, 

navigating another sleepless night.

wondering how i had fallen from the sweet wave of life

to find myself alone, again.

  while the rest of the world seemed nestled in a family of dreams,

when i needed it most; i stumbled on a blog.  

somewhere in a small cottage on the shores of england

she was there; writing her heart out.

 when i arrived 

she was gently opening the thin veil between 

the seen and unseen worlds,

long past the fight for life

i found her on a path of light and grace.

her words were tender, yet they rang out with an

intensity and clarity of love.

 her time on earth was coming to a close.

all that was left; to love fiercely the very essence of life.

the way light entered and fell through her window in a dance of shadows,

the sound of morning, the closeness of stars.

each cherishing lite the night on fire.

 i savored her savoring.

her honest vulnerability transformed and illuminated.

as she embraced the ultimate mystery 

i found courage in embracing mine.

witnessing her truth,

her tender love and affection for  life,

i returned to mine.

 her gift to me was the sustenance of honest reflection,

the affirmation to love fiercely; in spite of everything.

to embrace the very edge of that great letting go.

courage, willingness, grace, acceptance

and the song of doves in

the far away morning.

 

 

morning prayer

 

 

we do not become healers. we came as healers.

we are.

some of us are still catching up to what we are.

we do not become storytellers. we came as carriers of the stories we and our ancestors actually lived.

we are.

some of us are still catching up to what we are.

we do not become artists.

we came as artists.

we are.

Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

we do not become writers, dancers, musicians, helpers, peacemakers.

we came as such.

we are.

some of us are still catching up to what we are.

we do not learn to love in this sense.

we came as love.

we are love.

some of us are still catching up to who we truly are.

 

 Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes

(Prayer for remembering the Motherlode)

 

the lovely katie kendrick generously posted clarissa's prayer on facebook.

it shot straight through me like wild fire.

i hope it speaks to you.

 

 

dear friend

 

 

dear friend,

the beauty of you

and your honest presence

makes the ocean between us an overture of love.

see how it cradles you on your side,

and gently rocks me on mine?

can you feel 

how everything is connected?

so that when your tender heart pauses,

desperate to be restored,

everyone is replenished?

and when my heart stumbles, 

your strength returns the very sun

to the vast forgiving sky.

 and as we all open our hearts

life itself becomes a way station of love,

a bright choir where no one can tell

where 

one heart begins

and the other heart ends.

xo

 

dear spring

 

 

 dear spring,

how i savor each note of your glory song.

as the last cold stars of winter fade on the open palm of awakening;

all your warmth and beauty calling us out

into the gathering light.

i am swept away once more at your profound

ability to pluck the seeds of hope

from the darkest nights.

 

 

the quilt of winter is slowly folding in on itself.

soon the house of our dreams

will be light and airy,

windows will open themselves within us all.

it is the way of things;

darkness finally giving way to our holy

longing for clarity and light.

 

 

how you stir so wildly the passion 

to let loose,

opening our hearts in a crush of blooming;

spreading our love

of life and each other across the horizon.

  

thank you. for propping us up in your persuasive welcoming.

for placing bright cups of happiness

on the footpaths of life.

for letting loose a soft wind 

that even now 

whirls a mysterious veil from your first to bloom.

reminding us to fall gracefully

like so many spent petals;

where soon fruit will ripen in

the great current of love.