[I scribbled this on a blank page of paper, this morning. Felt like sharing with you…]

16 June

Softness.

Walking home last eve, a broken branch of red roses.

Picked it up, brought it home.

Early morning. Quiet.

Sitting below Earth, within Her.

Drawing water up from deep, deep down.

Spreading my own branches, out and out.

Whispering hush of leaves fills me.

At heart center, this molten star, burns brighter and brighter.

Where are YOU?

I am afraid. So, so afraid.

Grandmother speaks.

We have made this Transition and you can too.

We will hold you. Nothing is lost.

And deeper, quieter still…

You have been given the gift

of creating Wholeness

from Brokenness.

Why do you fear

giving this gift

to yourself?