Are you passing on love, or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Good morning soulmates! Yesterday, I spent the afternoon at the beach with my husband and my daughter and our two male dogs, who are both natural water dogs. It was a wonderful day for all of us, and my husband pointed out that it is noticeably calmer and more quiet here this morning, than it is most mornings. There was a lot of energy expended at the beach yesterday, which tired us all out, but I also think that being at the beach works like a “reset button”, to balance us back to our own natural rhythms, in sync with the nature all around us.
My regular readers know that Sundays are devoted to poetry here at Adulting – Second Half. On Sundays, I write a poem or I share a poem written by another writer. I strongly encourage you to write a poem today. Share your poem here if you like, or just share with yourself. Poetry is a form of writing which is typically more connected with your emotional side and being. It is hard to write or to read poetry, without getting your heart involved, and we all know that it is good to stretch your heart muscles. Here is my poem for today:
Yesterday was different this time.
The waters were calm. The winds were even.
I looked out into the horizon and I understood,
That it was okay for me to be on my ship,
And for you to be on yours,
Perhaps never to sail together again.
Despite our different journeys,
Despite our different vessels,
Once formed out of the same timber, from the same tree.
As I looked up into the even, placid sky,
And I gazed at the early, brave, bright moon,
It occurred to me that we all share the same starry navigator,
As we take our individual journeys, throughout the waters,
Sometimes rough and stormy,
Other times smooth and clear and calm,
Until it is time to return to the safe port of our heavenly home,
Where only Love resides, and where the Tree of All,
Still stands tall at the endless shore,
Where the planks and the boards all melt back into the Tree,
As if they were never separated from her graceful form,
Holding all of the stories from all of the ships’ adventures,
Soundly and effortlessly, in the wide, sturdy trunk of All That Is.