Labor Day

Your labors, however tedious, 

have brought you to this place.

Rest now, and celebrate 

the good that you have done 

and the good that's yet to come.

Time to heal

 It's time to heal: not to re-open ancient wounds,

But simply to re-visit them; to kiss them, 

and release their gifts to the wild enchanted breezes 

that aerate the darkest corners of your soul,

and brush a streak of color across the canvas of your life.

Enchanted by a swan

A glance from a shop window,

a chance reflection, passing by,

and I am caught, enchanted by a swan,

and carried back to a time when we lived by a lake,

where the swans would gather in the the morning

and trumpet us awake, their sweet baritones resounding

across the water, striking echoes in our hearts...

Is that not the gift of art -- 

that it awakens long-lost memories of love?

Echoes of joy

Seasons end, and we clip our brightest memories,

place them in a jar til they begin to droop and fade,

then tuck them into albums to be visited now and then --

the feelings they evoke cause bursts of color in our hearts

and then subside: echoes of joy reverberate, eternal, in our souls.

Find a way to bloom

Though you may be feeling a bit fenced in right now,

I feel certain you'll still find a way to bloom...

Patience

Hang in there, and be patient.

Though you're tied down at the moment,

you were born to sail free. 

A time will come before too long

when you'll be back in your element,

bobbing on waves of light

and heading off to new adventures.

The tide of health

The obstacles to healing seem insurmountable at first:

just trust that with time the tide of health will rise

and carry you through.