You’re fresh drop of dew from the morning of all that is good,
born to dance in the sunlight and dream dreams that grow up
around you like flowers in the rain
in a world that goes dry
and cracks the earth where you scatter your seeds,
wet by tears that you cry in the night.
And when the rains come you can lose yourself for trying
hard to make something happen when your seed goes into the deep,
because it can feel a little naked when they go missing from sight.
I hear the rumble from our hollows,
places that can feel a little like drowning while others seem to look on unconcerned,
a bit alone because you feel a need they cannot see
and your mad struggle can jerk fistfuls of their hair
so that they back away in the dark.
You’re not drowning as it may seem.
And nowhere near alone.
Always they’ve been there, these loving arms,
felt only by those who stop thrashing
and find that they don’t sink
because buoyancy endures what we fear
and you were born for these wild waters,
made to rise and float and ride.
Let go your demand of the being beside you
and let yourself be supported in the only way they know
because when you stab your need at them
it drives a wedge you may not even mean
and you may both miss out on the bloom.
We’re meant to travel these wilds together,
seen and celebrated sisters,
a collective. life-giving dew.
“Survivors have to work hard to live each day and to make something new
out of seemingly nothing. A client told me that no one understands this about her.
All she must muster from moment to moment.
Without propulsion behind us, it can feel futile to thrust forward.
Stuck in gravity.
Yet there is an alternative called magnetic levitation.
This is where great stuff is made. Magnetic fields can make possible
flying cars, floating cities, and hovering trains.
Big things emerge when we rise above our circumstances.
You really can be lifted up.
The thing is, your star, while set in a storm, might just shake out to be spectacular.”
– Rachel Awes,
from her fabulous book The Great Green Okayness
I’ll be sending out a little love bomb to Jeanie of Marmalade Gypsy this week.
I love this stuff:) Drawing another name from this weeks comments
for a fresh handwritten, homemade package
from my heart to yours.
It’s joy when you come around!