I spill ink in controlled rivulets across an unstained page, setting down with curves and flourishes the tangled, unintelligible, intangible emotional illiteracies of my mind now transmuted into words and phrases, provoked into life, and now chained irrevocably into place by pen, hand, and mind.
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When I feel small and vulnerable, I turn to that which is wondrous and vast, and remember I am Her daughter and in Her care.
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Chase what sets you soul on fire
Seek that which feeds your inner hearth
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Diving deep into the spirit well
Pulling deeply from the stillness there
Submerged in the star womb of the loving Mother
Surrendering my struggles into her loving arms
Hearing her lullaby whispering gently to me, “Be at peace.
You will fight again tomorrow, but for today, rest with me.”
-GWS
Words Wishes and Wisdom 