Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Good morning. It feels like a particularly soulful, hopeful Sunday. My friend sent a video of the most adorable little bird creating a nest in her tree this morning. Nature is hope. Nature continues no matter what. Nature keeps doing its natural thing, oblivious to wars and politics and disasters. Nature is truly the physical manifestation of hope.
Sundays are devoted to poetry on the blog. I hope that you write a poem today. As Hemingway states, writing is clearing. Here is my poem for today:
I worked so hard on the raft.
I found directions to make it,
And guidelines on how to make the journey,
To get away. I made room for all of us.
And I begged you to come aboard.
But you obstinately refused.
You wanted to stay on the Isle of Anger and Pain.
And I wanted to leave,
You are outraged that I floated away,
And I am disappointed that you stayed.
And the distance between us now,
is full of turbulent waves,
and scary, dark unknown things,
swimming and circling below the surface.
I won’t go back, and you won’t start a raft.
And so, here we are, so far away.