Since Cancer

The worst thing that could be,
Has already happened to me.
The surgeon said I had
Cancer.

But I’m still standing,
No longer demanding
That God should (please!)
Take care of me.

Not hope, but faith
Is left in cancer’s wake
And survival has inspired me
To be bolder.

I know worry is a waste,
And I’ve left that hurried pace
Time is too precious and
Life needs me.

I take new steps each day,
Letting love light my way
And give wings to childhood dreams
Still inside me.

The worst thing that could be,
Has already happened to me
But my life is much richer since
Cancer.

Road Trip!

A dark cloud of sadness can descend when we least expect it or it can envelope us during a time of suffering that traditionally produces a heavy heart. Although it is often a joyous revelation or a sunny spark of gratitude that makes us seekers, foul weather is often the ideal time to start a spiritual journey. The dark secrets and whispered utterings of a bruised soul are more readily seen, explored and understood during these times. Ancient and frightening memories hidden in the corners and crags of the brain are brought into the light, where they’re less powerful and can be challenged by a brave spirit. Like so many things that would be of service to our deep and often fragile selves, if we wait for optimal conditions before staring a spiritual journey we may miss a golden opportunity for growth. Or, even worse, we might never step on the path that can lead us to healing and happiness and the love we all deserve to find for ourselves, within ourselves. If the spirit nudges you, take a chance! Put on you galoshes or your sunscreen, pick a bunch of flowers or squish through the muddy places you discover. It’s never a bad time for an inner road trip!

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Present

I will practice being present in each moment.

I will allow myself audacious dreams for the future!

I will no longer be intimidated by those who judge my personal experiences and emotions.

I will say “Thank You” each morning and evening, until the gratitude inside me floats around my aura like fireflies on a warm night or dew glistening in the morning light!

Lost

Please send me your comfort, and send prayers up to heaven. I’ve lost one of the best friends in my life. She taught me so very much, about love and forgiveness. We shared secrets and dreams, tales about lovers and loss, we marveled at Mother Nature and turned her inspiration into craft. For years, we were each other’s soft place to fall. She loved me, unconditionally and I loved her right back. And man, did we laugh! I can still hear hers ringing… And her hugs? They were the best in the world. She radiated such goodness to those that knew her; I know I ‘m not the only one weeping tonight. You were always an angel, Shari, but now you have your wings. Don’t fly too far, yet. Linger and help us all through our loss.