Beyond what we think in our heads,
An ever-present idea to which we cling,
Never separate from us,
Everything and nothing,
What we feel when there is love in our hearts.
Are we so special
that the day should bow down to us,
and that we should look down upon
all that surrounds us?
Just for today,
I will honor all I encounter,
and I will try my best
to see the divine running through everything.
I will remind myself that life,
in all forms is special,
and that no form
is more special than any other.
Though blinded by my own eyes,
I will do my best today
to see myself in others,
and others in me.
we want to be done with it,
before it’s done with us.
you reach a point,
even in the early stage,
where you want to believe
it’s just one big bad dream, and
hopefully you’ll awaken, and
you can return to your normal life–
the life you had before cancer.
but even if you’re lucky–
meaning your prognosis is very good–
you just want the bad dream to be over.
in search of healing
…pilgrims on the camino
……pink flowered hillside
Why do we wait so long
to pray for the help we need?
Rest assured there are no perfect prayers
that must be memorized and said perfectly.
“Dear God, help me” is the perfect prayer,
with the right intention behind it.
Admitting there is a Higher Power–
One larger and more powerful than us,
is the perfect beginning point.
Knowing that we need help,
coupled with the willingness to ask for help,
is the perfect start to receiving help.
Being able to recognize help when it arrives,
is requisite to the help helping us.
Allowing the help we receive to incubate,
and fill our healing cocoon is vital
to our help taking hold and transforming us.
Let’s not wait so long to ask for help next time.
Winter’s eve drawing nigh,
Dark clouds hover, January sky,
Fading firelight, flickers gloom,
Dancing barefoot ‘cross the room.
Huddled shadows hushing night,
In your arms hold me tight,
Sharp-edged snowflakes fall so still,
White frost clings, nearby window sill.
Longing for what’s not there,
No comfort found, my rocking chair,
Sitting still, motionless,
Holding on, memories caress.
Brutal cold winter night,
Full moon shining, oh so bright,
Sitting still by the fire,
Surrender there, all desire.