Our world has sooo changed.
Sometimes, it’s just too much… and, sometimes i know i just have to get outside within the beauty before me. I choose to go to the old ones, the trees, the forest… or i will go to the ocean or to fire, the winds… and, sometimes i sit in silence upon ancient stone. I choose let go the heaviness of it all… allowing the weight to simply drain out of me… giving it all away to our Mother.
Sometimes i forget a beautiful gift before me… that our blessed earth Mother willingly receives all that heaviness, the stuff i don’t need to hang on to. She receives my darkness as nourishing food. She then composts it back to the light of who i truly am. Oh, such a beautiful gift of reciprocity… hallowed relationship.
Below, another poem to be a part of ‘learning to dance with stone’… x (((🩶)))
memoriam
i attempt to re-call
the feeling of
heavy rain
dropping
slow-mo
from the tip
of a leaf
i perceive bare to
path of wet
flowing upon my crooked finger
into my willing, open palm
please
more cleansing
i ask of this holy stream
clinging, embracing my skin
a moment
the moment
of blessed rain
sweet sweet spirit
guide me
remember
me
help me to know what to do
dear “she who walks beside me walking"
i trust
so
i hand it
all over.
— © carol weaver
A beautiful reminder for these hard times❤️
lovely poem and watercolour detail