My dear counsellor – who helped me so very much when “the wheels fell off” with sickness, death, career disruption, and finding new self with advice about letting go and floating – is travelling, writing, meditating, learning, giving… all over.
She wrote this gift and sent to me.
Martha’s Vineyard (by Deb) Onward, upward
Let the fresh airfloat away distractions, unnecessary cares.That tendency to carry sorrowsof others, in your heart, in your bones,need burden your spirit no more.No sense heaving that lore.Your bestwas,and is,all you need deploy.And giftthat inner critica swift kick,off the gentle path,irregardless of where it lands.Nature’s recyclingwill reliably,re-craft it into her hummocky soup.She handles erosion, far better than you.Let your sweateffuseforgiveness, toward you, from you.This life, these actsweren’t meant to be perfect, wise, exact.You’ve learnt vastlessonsfromendless folks of your past.Expend unwisely no more!Instead, embody yourfortitude,as we redwoods majestically do,Your bod grants you a naturalness,thisstyle of presence– to exude.Venture now,liberated of unwarranted strife,boldly stride,up nature’s steps of life,allowingsupportive connection,when you need or like,or when it’s most wise.You sweet soul,Onward, upward, lithely glideup, up to luxuriate in the sun’s inviting light.Retreat mediation room poetryMultiversity 1440Scripted by DebJoan Hall-BMarch 15, 2018