The Words that Speak to My Soul
When I see them, think of them, smell them, hear them, talk to them and hold them–I simply melt. They are the world to me. They are not just the future, but the pure essence of humanity. The unfolding “becoming” and potential of human kind. But more than that, they are the physical embodiment of Joy.
The most sacred word I know.
A lineage, a lifeline, a connection to eons of women behind me and eons of women ahead of me. And at the same time, a singular experience held in the deepest private part of a woman’s soul. The womb. A place of limitless love with the power to fuel galaxies.
They have beckoned and filled me all my life. They have taken me to times and places my body could never go. They allow me to experience a hundred thousand lifetimes in this one lifetime. My Soul is my Story and my Story is my Soul.
There has never been a moment in my life without God. Some moments I am hyper aware of God’s Presence. Many moments I am oblivious to God’s Presence. And yet, I always know that God has never forgotten me.
Blood and heart.
Blood family connected by genetics and by love.
Heart family connected by choice and by love.
Both hold me safe in their arms, drenched in love.
Both are held by me within my overflowing grateful heart.
My four legged brothers and sisters.
We are members of the same pack.
In my humanness, I have lost some of my animal spirit.
In their animalness, they have kept their ability to love unconditionally.
Which of us is the more evolved?
Joy on the wing.
Messengers from God.
I am part of their flock.
I hear their cries for help and rush to their aid.
I hear their songs of joy and my heart is filled.
But I am tethered to the ground.
Oh, how I dream of and envy their effortless flight!