Circles of Snow, Sandi
Today is a quiet marker honoring and celebrating
Sandi's long path of healing and inner peace.
Supported by loved ones and friends,
she nevertheless has travelled this path solo
with only herself for company.
Today is the closure of one circle.
Circles of Snow
Yesterday the snow slowly spiraled
in lofty carnations of white.
Mother Earth welcomed the peaceful softness
for a moment's respite.
But all was not as it appeared;
raging wind storms buffeted about,
rearranging the cushy white softness.
Through out the day
the Master Weaver frosted the glimpse of the sun.
It was a day for quiet introspection.
What is the Greatest Gift?
What is the greatest gift?
Could it be the world itself--the oceans, the meadowlark,
the patience of the trees in the wind.
Could it be love, with its sweet clamor of passion?
Something else--something else entirely
holds me in thrall.
That you have a life that I wonder about
more than I wonder about my own.
That you have a life--courteous, intelligent-- that I wonder about more than I wonder about my own.
That you have a soul--your own, no one else's--
that I wonder about more than I wonder about my own.
So that I find my soul clapping its hands for yours
more than my own.
Sandi you are the flower, standing straight and tall. This morning the Winds ceased their anger and the Sun shines to cast a brilliant palette of dancing light and happiness. May your heart, mind and memories focus on the good, the truth, the splitting open, the distanced travelled the warmth of love that is for you. Mom Sharon