
I am sacred. My vessel is beautiful. I shall embrace these truths as prayer. -gws

I am sacred. My vessel is beautiful. I shall embrace these truths as prayer. -gws

I wander amongst the damp earth and moss covered trees. I walk by the water where the stones are worn smooth and reflect on how life has polished and refined me. -gws

I took a walk under warm October skies. Friday night lights lit my way as the marching band at the local high school played Motown on the nearby football field. As I walked down the street, I passed a young woman in a relaxed phone conversation on her front porch. She was joyously telling the person on the other end of the phone that she had just realized that she was excited to get married, and I smiled at her to show my joy at her joy. She smiled back in acknowledgement. But as I made my way toward home, my smile quickly faded as I realized that I never got to experience that feeling she was describing. I never got to be excited about getting married. Every time I started to get excited a shadow would eclipse my sun. Another discovery. Another confrontation. Another meltdown. Another confession. Another betrayal. Another, "I'm sorry." Another. Another. Another... Stolen joy. Disappointment. Hurt. Reassessment. Promise. Betrayal. Apology... I envied that woman's excitement. More, I wished her great love and lasting happiness. I knew neither. I watched red contrails crisscross the orange-glow, autumn sunset sky, and wondered if it could have been different. I wondered if it should have been different. I wondered if it should be different. I returned home to my reality, and as I stepped back into my rut-worn role in my desaturated, carbon copy world, I hoped tomorrow might be different despite knowing that would likely never be. -gws

Magic is being present where you are. -gws You don't need elaborate spells and rituals. Connecting to now and what is can be enough.

Once so tangible and full of detail Now blurred to softness like watercolor ghosts What used to feel like yesterday now reminds that yesterday was a long time ago Like chalk in rain, only hints of detail remain Specifics are now impressions wrapped in a soft quilt of nostalgia I grasp hopelessly at the intangible like trying to hold onto a dream upon waking I wish I could return to the presence of those times To stand within myself and see again from my own eyes Feel again with my own senses Retouch the blurring lines like an old tattoo And return the vivid, Technicolor, stereophonic quality of those most precious moments In Kodachrome vibrancy on the mental reel to reel that are my memories Before time leeched them of their saturation Like a well-loved security blanket with its rough edges and snagged seams I handle these memories with adoration as I explore what remains of something so precious And sit in gratitude for still having them at all -gws

Gentle Mother, Goddess of Light Who is my provider and peacemaker My guardian and counselor Who is my teacher and my grace I lay my weary head down upon your thigh And relax into your comforting embrace As a child with her mother I release my fears and worries over to your care And float, unburdened, in the warmth of your love I bare to you my imperfections and am reminded that I am exactly as I am meant to be I ask you to guide me to always do the next right thing I ask you to remind me to be as forgiving of myself as you are of me My love and trust in you are perfect As your love and guidance for me is perfect Help me to be where my feet are Help me to manifest strength when I need Help me to think and act with compassion for others and myself Help me to forgive more willingly Help me to know and live my truth regardless of others' understanding of it Help me to set aside my defenses and listen with empathy Help me to find a little more patience when I fall short Help me to know when to stand and when to withdraw May I be humbled and inspired by you And may I manifest your motherly love in all directions I travel in this life -gws

I will slow and be observant of this moment I will breathe deep and remember that Divinity is suspended within that breath I will release expectations and surrender to the experience of unfolding I will still myself and listen to the music in the rustling of wind in leaves I will raise my face and rejoice in the splashing of rain I will find magic in my children's laughter I will be watchful for the spontaneous manifestation of joy I will allow space for silence so I can leave room to hear my own soul speak I will radiate compassion for myself and others I will love myself at lease as much as others love me I will forgive myself when I forget my grace I will practice replacing anger and resentment with empathy for the other I will stop to replenish my own cup before trying to fill the cups of others I will try shifting my perspective when I am conflicted in order to scout a path through I will accept myself as I am for I am perfectly imperfect as a forever evolving work in progress I will always stand back up despite life's bruises and pain even if it takes me a minute for I am resilient I will remember that strength is also knowing when to rest and relinquish and try again tomorrow -gws

Sitting deep in my resentments Realizing they stem from loss and sorrow Of dreams eviscerated Of hard work and sweat made irrelevant Of a vision shattered and danced upon As if it was the wicked witch’s grave Years of work wiped away Passions extinguished leaving a scarred ruin of what was wonderful Hope of resurrection gasping away the opportunity for salvation with each passing day -gws

I am so thirsty I am immersed in fantasies of a time when my thirst was so well quenched My soul was refreshed and my parched needs answered A time when my mind was challenged and stimulated My heart valued My fires stoked My passions met Every movement or comment part of the dance Every idea appreciated and explored with genuine curiosity A time when long and deep conversations bloomed into sighs and gasps When I was seen as a spirit and a woman When I was worshiped like a goddess and accepted as my authentic and whole self I remember what it feels like to know satisfaction in my soul To be matched in every way A time when stimulating debate ended in lovemaking Where flirty jokes ended in effervescent laughter I long to be loved in that way again To be seen To be heard To be appreciated To be sparred with I want to bask in conversations which stimulate my mind so much that my body can't help but follow Instead I live in static and daydreams Memories and faded photographs of a time when there was more It is these memories that informs my thirst If I had never known that water could be so cool and so sweet, maybe I wouldn't crave it so Instead, I will drink my tepid water as it is better than none And I will pray for rain -gws

I love you. Go upon your journey with that love as company in your heart. We have grown, and our paths have diverged. We didn't see it. We didn't plan it, but it happened at some point, between breaths, when neither of us were paying attention. We no longer see the world the same way. Time and personal experiences have distanced our paths. There was a fork in our road, and without knowing it, we, each, chose a different direction. By the time we looked back to realize we were no longer side by side, we had walked too far to double back to find each other again. We could only gaze across the distance, confused, and with quietly breaking hearts, wave goodbye and continue forward with a dull ache in our breasts. I want you to know that I gathered up my love for you, and placed it in a space of honor on my heart's alter. We may no longer be close friends, but I never stopped loving you. I will never stop loving you. Your role in my life is undeniable, and I cherish it. I wish you all the happiness and love you can ever want. I pray life is kind to you. Whether or not not you feel the same toward me, or if I have faded quietly from your mind, may my love for you be stamped deep upon your heart. I hope it fills your cup whenever you need it, as memories of you fill mine. Above all, know I love you still. May the moss soften your steps. May the rain quench your thirst. May the sun shine its warmth upon you. May your table always have plenty. May you know as much joy as you desire. May you receive as much love as you share. May your life be rich in blessings and richer with joy. -gws