CHISELLED
Poem
Angels on my Path
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.
ANGELS
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
Not wings,
Love and care that is the mark,
The Mark of an Angel on your path.
© miriam ivarson
OPPOSITES OR ONE
Darkness and light,
enhancing each other.
Without, our hearts would not
soar so high nor shine;
not having felt fear and grief,
trouble and joy.
Walking the forest I am struck,
gasping at the otherworldly play
Between light and shade.
Mosses in shimmering hues;
lime grey and bright golden greens;
whilst tree trunks throw intricate patterns
of a music score, on forest floor.
The huge roots from fallen pines,
so beautiful in death;
Providing home and food
for creatures that thrive.
This leads me to the shades within ourselves, the dark and light of fear, an inherent feeling in all beings.
Albert Camus said: ” There is no love of life without despair of life”.
To find balance and healing we need to leave space in our soul for all the shades. Room for our fears, our joys, our peace, our misery. Room for beauty.
Just accept what is now and let that be so. From such acceptance there might grow a creativity we had no time to see.
As I write this on fluttering pages whilst sitting in the shades of Birch trees I am at one within and without. Beauty surrounds me and serenity. I feel inner peace.
When we find this it might be wise to rest in the harbour for a while and restore wisdom and knowledge of ourselves and life.
Lit from within
Walking the garden this beautiful morning I felt the urge to share with you what I saw.
It seemed lit from within
Lit by love
and by the sun above,
As it shared its nectar
with bees and butterfly,
Its brightness and fragility
shining with joy and love,
Stream of healing flow.
Bursting with life,
bright as the sun;
telling us to fill
our shadows with light.
Next I chatted with Mr Blackbird,
so proudly showing off
a beak filled with worms;
Dinner for the family.
I told him he was handsome
and clever too;
He nodded his head vigorously,
losing one worm.
Please join me now for a drink,
sitting among them all,
Not even meditating;
Just breathe.
LIFE ON HOLD
Too often I hear the expression “my life is on hold”and it startles me. I can see this wall building up, a veritable tsunami wave. Life itself protesting as it can never be put on hold. Will always move.
Imagine the avalanche as the man / woman gets the job or moves home! Should life then crash down and drown us all?
Forgive my meandering and dramatic imagery but this is how I feel. The phrase “ Life is on hold” is a disharmonious chord.
It reminded me that today is tomorrow’s yesterday. With these thoughts I give you also a little poem about the flow.
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