“After all, most people see no reason to question their own beliefs, much less solicit yours.” ~ David Bayles & Ted Orland, Art & Fear
Fire, Water, Mother Earth, God, Angels, transform me.
Rebirth me. Pull me from the ashes. I welcome the metamorphosis.
I do not resist. I do not go numb or deaf or die. I awaken.
I’m a seedling under the cement—screaming to bloom.
I’m parched for water and sunshine. I seek the light with my every cell.
In this black night, I see the stars. I’m enchanted.
I feel angels hovering over us, making way for breakthrough.
Everything is different now: my brain, health, vision, belief, expectation…
The sky sings lavender tanzanite. Clouds dance the purest white.
Our voice, tears, and physical presence shift. We stand hearty.
Present for the party of the people, hangover and all.
Learning to be. Remembering to listen.
Walls fall. Boundaries clarify.
Scars expose themselves without apology.
Dreams arise, not from the mind, but the heart.
Time ticks precious. Moment by moment. Intention for joy: everyone’s.
Acceptance of pain. Connected. Alive. In all the messiness.
All that it means. What no longer matters.
Beauty to behold. Unafraid. Unattached.
Free to embrace what comes next.