I celebrate you…
I honour and celebrate you.
You are an explorer into the darkest and deepest recesses of the human soul;
processing the grief, shame and despair that you’ve held onto silently, for far too long;
finally bringing home these abandoned pieces of yourself and giving them shelter.
Can you hear the hushed silence of your grandparents and of theirs?
To see you finally picking up the pieces of their anguish, polishing them and proudly turning them to the light?
Sometimes I know it simply feels like too much;
like the path you’re on will drown you,
like you can’t take another step,
With all the voices asking:
“What are you doing with your life?”
“Why can’t you settle down?”
“Get a proper job”
And often you have no answer.
You don’t know yourself.
Other than no other path is possible for you now.
The lures of money, safety and security no longer tempt you
You’ve seen them for the false idols they are.
Please know this.
Your actions do matter,
they matter immensely.
You are leading us back into connection with everything that’s been lost.
You’re reaching into the darkest places to let the light shine out
You are blazing a path to the very centre of our soul,
to our very source of connection.
And you’re not alone,
gathered around you are hundreds, thousands of your fellow travellers,
all immersed in their own journeys,
all cheering you on.
I honour and celebrate you.
Image: Steven Daluz, “Open”
From out of the blue, your words
Thank-you.
From the mud, the lotus
My name from a vision came
And I vowed that here, on Earth
I would create an Eden
A place where creativity would flow and love of all would bloom.
My where-with-all; the blood, the
sweat, the tears, in vain.
Twice, they took it all away.
It was their land, not mine,
For I was just a stranger,
Expendable.
Weeds grow now, where flowers danced,
The winding paths are gone.
But I will not buckle,
Shall NOT despair. This time.
For all the tools I need
I have inside me
And an Eden I shall make
Within my soul
With winding paths and flowers that dance
Fot in its centre, still,
The lotus sits.
I shall nuture it
With creativity
And love.
And when it has matured
Unblemished, pure,
Its seeds, I shall scatter to the Universe.
Lili Somers. (Just now)
Your own words, my inspiration.
Thank-you
Wow…this is simply beautiful…I feel very honoured and grateful to you. Thank you so much.