healing

Broken Wings

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Go back and take care of yourself. our body needs you, your
feelings need you. The wounded child in you needs you. Go home
and be there for these things. Practice mindful walking and mindful
breathing. Do everything in mindfulness so you can love. by Thich Nhat Hanh

Well, my dear friends out there who so inspire me from all corners
of the world. I very much love reading Thich Naht Hahn and other
thinkers.
Yet, on 5th September I didn’t heed these wise words. Not watching
my way I got entangled and took a dramatic flight up over the patio
which caused a number of broken bones.

Ambulance whisked me away to hospital where I had operation etc.
Two weeks later I was allowed home with help organised as in many ways
I was still helpless. Day by day I do improve and feel gratitude.

Broken bones
Surgeons skillful knife,
Accident or haste?
Caring hands.

Price to pay in pain
Scars and Cast
Lesson to be learnt

Love and care the balm
Given in abundance
from family and friends;
Best medicine of all.

Power of love heals.

© miriam ivarson

Science and Space

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Science and space

Driven by passion and hunger
fuelled by mystical questions about life.
How come, who are we, why does it work?

Mysticism is simply the unasked answer within,
an age old wisdom knowing right from wrong.
Knowing what heals a wound
be it of the body or soul.

Does it not then make perfect sense
that the two work together honourably.
Listen, test, measure
Letting the answer be in tune and respect.

Our bodies, universe, are all vibrational frequencies
Fine tuned at best,
would it then follow that tuning is vital,
Creator, healer of wounds.

Used in harmony with science for the solid,
creating knowledge that can heal or harm.
There is no sound without silence
There is no science without mysticism.

C / miriam ivarson

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Loving heart

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Loving Heart

I talked to my heart this morning
in the quiet of the dawn;
It was restive and had lost its rhythm,
I felt it had been asked too much

carrying burdens and worries each day.

I put my hand above this faithful heart
that kept working day and night,
In spite of work, worry, sorrow and strain
at around 100,000 beats a day.

Now it was confused and had lost its way,
the rhythm was fractured and danced;
Seemingly any which way.

So I whispered, I love you dear heart,
I will help, together we will find peace again.
I asked forgiveness for thoughtlessness.

Sweetly I talked also to the brain, we agreed,
stress and hurry should be banned,
A new regime was to begin
one of trust and calm.

So with this in mind, I started with calmer steps,
lit some candles for breakfast and watched,
just observed, buds on bushes and trees;
Rain watering them all and sun soon to warm.

I wanted to restart in harmony with them;
Allowing healing powers to flow.

© miriam ivarson