During five weeks this summer I have had the blessing of a glorious summer break in Sweden. Staying at my Oasis in the forest and on the island of my birth.
The beautiful nature surrounding me as well as friends and family have all made each day magic. In the two previous posts I have given you little tasters.
Physically and mentally it has been a healing and enriching time.
Even a potentially dangerous tumble down a steep staircase became a blessing in disguise as I met more angels on the path. Both doctor and nurse gave me hugs filled with care and empathy.
Apart from listening to the trees, grasses, blooms and rocks whispering their secrets I also met angles. Angels in the shape of people; they made my heart sing.
The strength of us all when we open the sluices to our heart is what will make this shimmering planet whole.
Let the drums from many high places roll. The strength we all possess when we open the flow of love and care is a force greater than shout.
Below is a poem I wrote a while ago when another event really opened my eyes.
I met an Angel
didn’t know at first;
It had no wings as pictures showed,
Just looked like you and me.
I was in distress and there It was
Only eyes and words set It apart,
She looked calmly into my heart,
The voice was kind and sang of love.
Suddenly stormy waves stilled
My eyes and heart filled with peace,
The boat was on right keel again
On a stormy sea, now becalmed.
How many Angels don’t we meet
In shops, streets, in a Cafe,
You wouldn’t notice at first.
Their eyes are warm and look deep,
you will know you are cared for,
You are known.
Their love will lift
With light step we will walk,
They have shown the stars, the moon.
Music from the Spheres fill our hearts
With peace and joy we continue our day,
Having learnt it is kindness
Love and care that is the mark,
The Mark of an Angel on your path.
© miriam ivarson
Many a wise man has said that you have to leave to see the beauty of the place you came from. To with new force feel what you took for granted – every day.
I loved the island where I grew up and like any child saw it as a natural part of my life. Not remarkable, just home.
I was one of these children who grew amongst these rocks, surrounded by the sea. It was home, it was paradise. Yet, one day I knew I had to move as my dreams hungered for new experiences and vistas.
Yesterday evening as I watched the view before me, it looked wondrous. As if the sea was lit from underneath in an incredible hue and spread its light upwards to the sky. Breath-stopping display of creation beyond our capability.
As I leave the islands today I would like to share with you a poem I wrote yesterday.
Seagulls dipping and soaring
delighting in the wind;
Knowing their own selves,
Terns displaying their diving skills,
The same summer wind now
so warmly kisses my face,
You charmer I say
how can I resist,
Yet I know well your winter roar,
whipping the ocean with ferocity,
Threatening to swallow
the island where I grew.
Spring comes and shows
you had washed and polished,
rocks of granite to a soft sheen
in pinks, grey with black streaks,
Now smooth and silken to the skin.
Pleasure boats also delight
in your warm flirty breeze;
Skipping joyfully across the squalls.
In winter when we hear
the might of the ocean,
See big ships thrown like toys;
I ask you to desist.
I love you both ways
Dear ocean and wind.
by/ miriam ivarson
The beautiful picture of angels makes you happy.
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