Silver – and you…

“How many years of beauty do I have left? she asks me. How many more do you want? Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old and your beauty rises in ways your cells cannot even imagine now and your wild bones grow luminous and ripe, having carried the weight of the passionate life.

When your hair is aflame with winter and you have decades of learning and living and loving sewn into the corners of your eyes and your children come home to find their own history in your face.

When you know what it feels like to fail ferociously and have gained the capacity to rise and rise and rise again.

When you can make your tea on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon and still have a song in your heart. Queen owl wings beating between the cotton of your sweater.

Because your beauty began there beneath the sweater and the skin, remember?

This is when I will take you into my arms and coo YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING you’ve come so far.

I see you.

Your beauty is breathtaking.

~Jeannette Encinias

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Chipping away

I chipped away at your cold exterior,

Dodging shards of ice until you were no longer hard,

But even though I cracked the surface,

Your heart would not melt.

~ Christy Ann Martin

Angel – Prayer

I came across a poem again. I once wrote it for a friend who became a quadriplegic, and there is a reason that it has surfaced again. Mom’s life is changing so much. It is filled with loss and gain, acceptance and letting go, finding new meanings and reasons to go on. A life once familiar is no more and adjustments are needed to embrace the unknown. I’ve said it many times, but as time ticks away, my gratitude for being here to help her with this mission is growing to new heights. I know that her days would be much darker without me.

I believe the poem is relevant to what is going on and I will share it once more. As it becomes multi dimensional, and perhaps is fitting for many others, I will dedicate it to Mom and to everybody that needs help, encouragement and love. May you never forget to dream and feel loved.

“An Angel spreads it’s Wings”

An Angel spreads it’s Wings over you by day and night,

an Angel quietly sings when you wonder what life brings.

When everything is gray and makes no sense,

he brings you strengths, comes to your defense.

He takes your pain and lifts your sorrow,

you’ll see it gets better, just wait till tomorrow.

With patience you will face each day,

finding new means in every way.

You find hope and courage, the sun begins to shine,

each day will bring new progress and everything is fine.

It’s a new beginning but never the end,

your life goes on, an Angel was sent.

An Angel spreads it’s Wings to help through the night,

to conquer every mountain, to join you in the fight.

Picture taken from Pinterest

A slow dance – love affair

It finally rained and all the snails came out and slow danced to a special kind of love affair.

Fizzy Prosecco Party

It was that kind of evening. The day ended with a white grape / peach bubblebath and red wine out of a Pilsener glass. I’m sure Mom has wine glasses somewhere, but I relaxed and dreamt away anyways.

The mild evening sky looked like Marmelade and all the stars were hiding in the cool glasses of Prosecco…

Flip-Flop’ed feet were dancing through the sand, laughter echoed, hugs and stolen kisses…and all of sudden dawn was already here.

Harbor

From this liminal state we are reborn into a threshold between worlds.

Through the fabric of fog, a map for another way presents itself, we see-in a flash- how life could be.

Can we return to what is familiar, and make it new, finding mystery in comfort,nor do we embark upon the adventurous unearthing together?

Surrender to the acceleration of self-discovery that can only come from encouraging the emergence of dormant forces, embarking this vantage point, let the past be memory.

This pause between present and future is the alchemy that will wake us, unlock us, transform us.

There is barely a moment, even in morning twilight when I forget to remember the shift is happening.

I am a light in the harbor, leaving the weight of the past at sea, change is my anchor deep inside peace is so close.

~Nancy Levin

Withstanding the storm

Like a rock facing the storm, he remains strong and steady.

Pounded by waves that never seize to come and go.

Sometimes calm, sometimes forceful, he stands his ground without crumbling.

Fighting the battles that come his way, without wavering from the course.

A beacon of strengths, hope and endurance he remains in his place and withstands the force.

Empty Nest

Carefullly crafted, a home filled with love and protection. 

Once a shelter of comfort and warmth,

now empty, lonely and cold.

Distant memories, faded, replaced by ever changing times.

Oh what a joy and tender moments it must have seen,

moments that filled a Mothers heart and made it beat.

Moments of nourishment that will not be forgotten,

moments forever engraved on ones soul.

Fairies at play

Little dots dancing through a summer’s day,

Look closely and see their light shine bright,

Listen up and hear their laughter in childlike play,

Emerge your spirit to feel the blessing of experience. 

There is magic to be found if you choose to believe, 

Are you ready to see?

Hello, it’s your future….

I saw the future written in the clouds today. Guided by intuition, a curse and a blessing at the same time, there is a knowing that doesn’t require proof. I saw it all unfold today, I saw what is about to come, like a sneak peak of events to transpire, allowing me to observe as if from an outer body experience, to determine whether I like it or not. 

I saw the future written in the clouds today. With Rays of light and dark moments, layers of happiness and sadness. I know that I have been bestowed with a precious gift and the power of choice. To be proactive and continue to carve the path that better serves my higher goals. The voice speaks gently, while reminding me to put myself first and for once not to be so naive. It’s seldom personal, but it’s always business and after all, we all have to fend for ourselves in the end. Don’t be naive by putting your own needs last, would anyone else? Put your heart first and please don’t get trampled….

I saw the future written in the clouds today. To take comfort in the warmth and the bright light, to withstand the cold and the layers of darkness. Hurry child, there is no time to waste. Work is waiting to be done and I can’t wait forever. Will you answer the call? 

Signed- The future