I am one who stands at the threshold.
The cave of death surrounds me - death to past.
The Ancient bones beckon me and tell me to follow my dreams. I am in good company.
If I will raise my eyes to the heavens, I will see the light ahead.
It has been a winding journey - and will continue to be,
but the Ancients are with me and the river is flowing -
"It doesn't look back to where it's been or wonder who ahead of it has polished the rough stones.
It is following the path in its fullness"*
And it's time for me to do the same.
Don't look back.
Raise your eyes and see the expanse before you.
The Ancients are with you. God is with you.
Lift your eyes to the heavens -
to new life.
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13 comments:
Amazing collage you've created.
I'm taking a moment to breathe deeply...looking at the amazing collage...absorbing the beautiful words...what a wonderfully loving, peaceful way to begin my day...
Beautiful, lucy. Awesome, even :-) I love the collage...
Thank you.
thank you, ladies - i'm delighted to have you on this journey with me :)
claire - am i going to see your own collage show up at birthing the holy? hint hint :)
Beautiful! xo
Yes, awesome. Thank you.
To make a collage, I need to take the time to listen to the videos, and I have not yet... But seeing your collage looked so much like something I feel inside of me...
thanks, ss & polli!! so glad to have you both here :) xoxo
Lucy, can you tell me which book the poem that you posted by Linda Hogan is from...the one that has the line: DON'T LOOK BACK...
I think you said it was from Linda or it might be yours. I may want to get permission to use that in a book so trying to track it down. I googled but didn't have much luck. Sorry to come at you like this in a post but couldn't track down your e-mail. I long to have more time to make things like soul cards, wisdom cards, whatever cards... I do stop by your blog now and then and love it but I don't usually leave my footprints.
Be Well.
macrina - here is the full poem. i'm not sure what book it's from as i received it via an online course through abbey of the arts. hope this helps.
i'm delighted you "left your footprints" here today!! xo
Journey
The mouth of the river may be beautiful.
It doesn't remember the womb of its beginning.
It doesn't look back to where it's been
or wonder who ahead of it polished the rough stones.
It is following the way
in its fullness,
now like satin,
now cresting,
waters meeting, kindred
to travel gathered together,
all knowing it flows
one way, shining or in shadows.
And me, the animal
I ride wants to drive forward,
its longing not always my own,
overrunning its banks and bounds,
edgeless, pilling along the way
because, as I forget,
it knows everything
is before it.
-Linda Hogan
Thanks Lucy
...that is very helpful.
I will ask Christine if she knows which book it comes from.
Lucy-
I've read this post again this a.m. and feel so moved by it once again. The past is SOOOOOO not the place to dwell. I/we, I anyway:) want to face toward the future, not for counting the days but for seeing the beauty of new beginnings, of opportunity, of fulfillment.
xoxoxox
SS - you have just offered me a beautiful moment of communion as i reread my own words and am inspired with awe and gratitude. thank you!!!!
xoxoxoxo
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