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?

Mary Oliver

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.

M.O.

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