Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.

Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Been Given

You may not feel so super these days, but you are my wonder woman.
You have gifted me with the ability to see, deeper into the dark shadow and wells that life contains, so that I may seek a deeper truth.
In that truth there are many things to be found that dispel the mysteries of life, into a light that is more than blinding but soft and graced with a gentle loving that is so empowering that there is no room for darkness.
In times of grief and fatigue, you push on through like a call to duty is written in your cells.  Even at your own demise and exhaustion, you give.

Lucky am I to have been on the other end of this, for you have given me the seeds to keep planting into the world so that this love and insight can expand broadly into many places.
At times when I am beyond my rope, fatigue has set into my bones, I remember all the tools I have been given by you and so many others and realize I can now use them on my own.  I have been gifted a set of tools to pull myself up further into the light and out of the dark realities of life to the other side of the sun.  So I will.

I also remember in moments of grace and a soft heart that you have been at the helm of this journey the entire time, without trying, without a defined drive of teaching me how to share and love; A love that surpasses ordinary love into a love that can be taken out into the world for many purposes.

Slowly and surely as I mend my garden, tend my fences and shore up my lines...I remember these seeds growing slowly within me that are ready to bloom.

So thank you, thank you for being who you are and taking this journey with me. Thank you for sharing your wisdom even when you think you have nothing to offer.  In the simplicity of one's insight, there is a truth that unfolds simply by sharing one's heart with another.

When you feel you have no more to give, no fire to burn with and wonder back on your life, remember that you have done the work you may have hoped to do more of but felt you didn't. You have planted seeds given to you by your mother: seeds of kindness, generosity and enough compassion to fill the ocean.  And in me, you have planted those seeds and I will grow them so I can then share this fruit with the world.


1 comment:

  1. Thank you from my heart and Granny's. Mom