Turn my grief to grace
As a cast of emerging purple and pink hues flow over a winter landscape
I could have never imagined a sky so captivating, until it happened to me
I held it in my hands for a moment, then it was gone

My year of magical thinking, disappeared as quickly as it came
My year of magical thinking, opened my eyes, my heart, my mind

While letting old ideas go, along with them, my ego
Opening up to a new way to live, reigniting my faith, living by the sound of my soul

A painting of a miracle in time
When everything was perfect
When everything was right
While everything was changing

Held captive for a moment, by the One who stole my heart away
Leaving me breathless
Giving me a calling to heal
Calling me to love, unconditionally

“Love is patient, love is kind”
A profound lesson learned
In my year of magical thinking
We do not own or control, we only follow

Turn my grief into grace
As a cast of emerging purple and pink hues flow over a winter landscape
Three hundred and sixty some odd days…..
To awaken to what it all really means, to awaken to the meaning of true love

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love-
1 Corinthians 13

Love and Light, M

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” ― Mary Oliver

Pale lavender sky drapes against skeletal remains of fall, a silent river waits for their return
Roots extending far beyond us, perhaps into her core below, perhaps into his stars above
Secretly incredible souls, inhabiting a made-up shell we can see and touch, a mere vessel to show you who you are, a vessel to teach you how to love
Secretly incredible souls
Taught us how to live
By example, by extending a welcome hand
They shine their evolving light, day after day
No matter what sky, or how the skeletons appear, full, budding, or bare
Their roots unite with each other, mossy fingers holding onto that last brilliant summer
Resting among the deepest energy we will ever know… Love
Appreciate the love we created
With her
With him
Understand it was fleetingly beautiful
You were the one at the edge of the silent river, deciding which way to go
Your passenger smiles and waves
You decided to go on, with this one simple act, you go forward, without them
Towards another sky, towards another smile, towards golden oaks covering their skeletal remains
You go on, towards your manifested future, unknown yet enticing in its mystery
Forced ahead by secretly incredible souls, in the shape of your beholden, loyal one, who will stay behind, waiting with the skeletal remains of fall to return
A silent river will greet them, another pale lavender sky will remind them, of you, of your secretly incredible soul
Love and Light, M

As we were sleeping
Our souls appeared
A source of grandiose light
On a silent ship…. navigating an impassable direction

Our deepest source of light
A dalliance created among verdant labyrinths
Along a panacea of cliffs, a ship passes under a waxing moonlit sky

A sextant aligned on a desolate horizon
A constellation Aquarius
“The luckiest of the lucky”
A ray of sun returns to the northern celestial hemisphere

Sleeping souls
A thousand light years away
Reunite on turbulent seas
Crusty sailors battle an echoing wind derived from the Nile

Pouring watered-down wine to the Gods, the luckiest of the lucky ones
Awakened, tolerant to thrilling intentional waves
Sextant in hand, aligning sun and stars
Their awakened direction
……True North

As we were sleeping
Ursa Major formed our source of light
A Great Bear lies in the northern latitudes
Ancestral founders of colliding hearts….

Awakened
Seaborne
Managing brevities of time

Love and Light, M