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Holy communion

Posted on Jun 25, 2018 in Poetry

Soft spikes of pink yearning toward the sun.
Floral spires raise my eyes and soul to Source,
Their silent bells still sonorous and deep
As the playful breeze turns campanologist.
This is my church. I worship here and now at
The high altar of nature, beneath a vaulted nave
Of heavenly blue and angel-feathered sky.

Being authentic

Posted on Jun 11, 2018 in Healing, Spiritual living

The song “This is me” from the box-office smash “The Greatest Showman” has been adopted as a personal anthem by many in recent months. It speaks about being able to be yourself and proudly showing to the world the full reality of who you are. Authenticity is a hot topic, especially with so much duplicity being exposed in everything from politics, to finance, to the entertainment industry.

Vulnerable

Posted on May 24, 2018 in Poetry

When we wore skins close to our skin, clothed in danger faced and overcome,
When darkness meant crouching at cave-fire smoke screens from ravenous roars and biting cold,
Did we bare souls to each other beside our visceral vulnerability?
Were our hearts as wildly wide as uncertainty of being?
Is it brick box borders and interminable light
That have shaped us to shun the shaky and unsure?

A farewell to my father

Posted on Apr 26, 2018 in Healing, Spiritual living

It’s strange and wonderful the way the universe works; sometimes with a jet black comic sense that has me gasping. The ability to hold all things lightly and see the funny side is a definite divine quality, and a healing one, in my experience.

So it was that just as I’d applied to be a volunteer healer at a local hospice, my own Dad began his outward journey from the physical plane. It’s as if it was necessary for me to undergo this deeply personal initiation before I could begin to walk alongside others through their experience.

Grandmother Bird

Posted on Mar 27, 2018 in Poetry

Bird goddess by Susan Seddon Boulet

We share a common ancestor
You and I
And I wonder if that’s why
My shoulders shrug in memory
Of their once light burden,
My dream-self fit to fly.
Isis on her feathered throne
Unfolded to the wind and sky
To mourn her loss
And fan Beloved life aglow.
You fix me with your lively eye,
Head a tilted query,
And I taste your sharp instinct.
Do we down the earthbound in you?