I want to believe in rest,
the kind that finds me when I’m true,
the sort of peace that soaks through honest
to the real of me
and it’s scary still
because it can feel like stepping into fog on a ridge
that may give way if I step down the full of me solid.
Rest is so like trust that way.
But I want to believe in it,
especially when I’m feeling driven to please
and hungry for sanctuary,
my molecules charged with rush,
jarred to attention,
soul strings strung tight
and plunked too hard and fast.
Do you ever get like that?
I’ve re-learned, healed, developed, and come a long way,
but sometimes I feel dragged
back into that strange and strangling undertow.
When I begin to remember what I’ve forgotten to love
and care for
(do you sometimes forget yourself, too?)
I’m swept back into the real deal,
that healing, balancing, life-giving dance,
tripping the light fantastic.
“Healing may not be so much about getting better,
as about letting go of everything that isn’t you
-all of the expectations, all of the beliefs
-and becoming who you are.”
-Rachel Naomi Remen
The winner of this week’s giveaway
is the beautiful and soulful Liz Adams;
my handmade zine on the way to you on loving wings:)