Please excuse the mess This house is under construction Held together by scotch tape and string The foundation is rotten and weak And there are bats in the attack Making a terrible mess of things At least the curtains are nice -gws
I am on my knees Breathless from the radiance in my chest My cheeks are streaked with tears of humility and appreciation And I am humbled by the grace shown to me by those who know me And some who don't I never realized how hard it is to ask for help until I needed to do it Until I put down pride, removed my gauntlets, and stepped aside Vulnerable and scared And let people see I needed them And they showed up They offered in ways I never could have imagined With selfless generosity soaked thoroughly in their love Concerned about my well being and success And not returns and reciprocation It's difficult not to feel like I need to do something Say something Offer something more than gratitude in return So I come here to this blank page to release my love To try to give voice to my gratitude in a sorely inadequate way In an attempt to say, Thank you, to everyone Thank you so much -gws
My hummingbird visited me today She was excited to remind me how she told me that everything would be okay Her last visit was to remind me that the Goddess had not turned from me This visit was to celebrate good news finally come How blessed I am to be able to converse with messengers of the Divine How lucky I am to recognize them I will miss her as her home is here, and now my home will be elsewhere She and her family have been such wonderful neighbors and delightful friends I will miss watching them play amongst the branches of the front trees Now they will have new friends to meet May they be good and gentle ones I love you, tiny, shiny friend Thank you for your friendship Thank you for your work as a messenger May your life be full of bright flowers and sweet nectar Warm sunshine and gentle breezes And when you one day return to our Mother May Her garden be the temple of respite you so deserve -gws
I have a special talent for finding broken things I find the problems that no one else notices I find the shards of glass that evade discovery I find the people who silently wish someone would see their pain I do not find to fix I do not wish to mend I do not seek out what is damaged I just have the ability to see what tends to go unseen To really shine a light into the flaws I bare witness to what most people rush past Maybe this is because I'm curious Maybe because I am willing to shift my perspective In ways others lack the imagination for It is a talent and a curse This ability manifests in all areas of my life It shows up in the mundane and in the significant In my tasks and in my relationships I don't know why I have this gift I'm not sure if I'm using it as expected or intended I do accept it for what it is I accept that it brings both pain and triumph I acknowledge this talent I acknowledge its significance I am an agent of the Universe A servant of the greater good Touching both the rose and the thorn The beauty and the pain And being of service to the greater good Seeing what is neglected or invisible Advocating Listening Bearing witness With honesty and earnestness -gws
Why can't I hear you? Because you are not quiet. Why can't I feel you? Because you are not still. Why can't I trust you? Because you are surrendering to fear and not faith. I am speaking to you in songs on the radio. I am comforting you when you feel the breeze drying your tears. I am supporting you even though you feel you are falling. I am reminding you that I am with you in conversations with your friends. My love is stronger than your doubt. My strength is greater than your fear. My arms surround you when you grieve. My cheers lift you when you achieve. I know you are facing what feels insurmountable. I know you are grieving and frightened. You must remember that I will not abandon you. You must remember that I will see you through. You are my child. Made from stardust and moonlight. I will believe in you when you do not believe in yourself. I will stand strong when your knees buckle. I will hold vigil when you walk through darkness. I will love you through all things. -gws
I sit in the prison of your anxiety
The ever-moving labyrinth of mood and emotion
Worry and fear
Shame and anger
Afraid to disturb the shadows or sigh too deeply
In case my breath causes you to erupt
I fear drawing your attention by moving too quickly
Like drawing the attention of immortal beings in fairy tales
If I run, it will draw your ire
If I sit silently, you might forget I'm here
And never turn your flaming eyes in my direction
I hide when you seek me
I cannot heal or help
I cannot hold you up
Your fear and anger sharpen your tongue to a razor's edge
And I have scars upon scars
There is no reason in your mental prison
Rational thought cannot survive there
Though I love you, I cannot survive here
Amongst the rage and blame and shame and fear
I cannot be your comfort and your enemy
I cannot continue to be torn by your dichotomy
You may be fractured, but I wish to be whole
When the dawn comes, I will choose me
And leave the dark to you
-gws
My word for the new year is "joy" This is not a word I feel in my bones right now The feel of it in my mouth is foreign I cannot swallow it because it catches in my throat But it doesn't want to crawl back out It wants to be consumed so it can plant itself inside of me It wants to grow and flourish like a flowering vine Wrapping itself around my heart and soul And pulling me out of fear and despair Joy wishes to drop its seeds into my darkness like a lotus Where they can take root and bloom within my disturbance Transforming my world from muddy hopelessness Into vibrant newness and luminous hope -gws
I met him at a crossroad He was a simple man Humble and plain A working man His hands were calloused His beard untamed When he spoke he used simple words But his concepts were anything but His truths were delivered through deeply contemplated stories And from unfathomable wells of experience I found myself excitedly anticipating his next fragment of wisdom I wanted to string them into a necklace I could carry with me And reflect upon He didn't think himself wise but he was He couldn't see himself the way I could He couldn't hear how his unassuming words danced and sang like the music of windchimes A masterpiece created in the moment Rare and beautiful And so briefly born into the world That if you didn't pay attention you would miss it all Whenever I visited those crossroads I looked for him And when he was there I'd sit at his feet and just listen Letting his stories and experience wash over me and fill my cup With his own unique brew to wake up my soul Awakening a new perspective on my own experiences And I took it all in with more gratitude than he'd ever know -gws
May the return of the sun shine Love, abundance, peace, grace, and success upon you May its light banish the shadows and darkness May you never know lack and always know contentment May you carry the light of renewal with you And may you carry it within you like a beacon of hope For all those whose paths you cross -gws
May your heart's dreams be at least as beautiful as the wonders Nature creates for us to experience. -gws
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