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Dec 31, 2009 19:49

I lay here, in a bed bathed in the light of our powerful grandmother moon, so full that she could burst.  The wind gently pours through the open windows and greets my face with a cool caress.  I can feel her calm.  Today has held all the ingredients for one of the most beautiful days of my life - as all days do, but today is different.  The crystal blue sky, the awe-inspiring beauty and power of a Blue Moon, the wisdom of a family of red-tailed hawks who, for a moment, paid me a visit with a special message just for me.

Strange, that while I'm aware and appreciative of all the beauty of the day, I cannot lift my spirit from it's despair.  This eve of the coming year is the first that I have actually felt anything other than apathy for the day.  I hold such optimism and love for the coming year, but I am forced to lie down and be still.  Time to heal.

I'm watching the fireworks that burst in the sky across the lakes - the water reflects their glittering trails of magic.  I pray that I may, somehow, seize just a tiny fraction of all the medicine and love that swirls around me, but as soon as I think I've got it in my grasp, it slips away. Leaving me to plummet once more.  I know this pain. We've been miserable together once before.  As you've heard me say, faith in love is the only thing that allowed me to heal before - it just doesn't seem to be enough this time.
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