The One Who Listened & Answered

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On my cushion this morning,
I reached my arms up to the sky
as if some being,
some divine parent,
would swoop down
and scoop me up.
I said, crying,
I’m ready to let go.
I’m ready to forgive.
I’m ready to move on,
I’m ready to heal.
Please help me.

Somebody must’ve been listening,
because this afternoon
I came across some TED Talks
on finding your life purpose.
I was inspired.
I cried.
The tide turned.
I remembered who I was,
who I am,
and I felt a surge of great hope
for the woman I can be.
This evening,
for the first time in forever,
I wanted to eat,
and I took pleasure in my food.
Taking my meal outside,
looking up at the great blue sky,
I remembered
this life is full of possibility.
After my meal
I took out my journal and pen.
The twilight enfolded me
in its gentle embrace
as I wrote words of
praise and thanks
to the one who listened,
and the one who answered.

4 responses »

  1. Such encouraging words! And is there anything more healing that taking pen to paper and journaling? In times of despair and loneliness, it has helped me more times than I care to admit.

    • I’m glad you found encouragement in my words. The sad and scary part is, these last few days I’ve been in such a dark, low place that I haven’t even been able to take solace in my writing. That disturbs me. But generally speaking I find journal writing incredibly comforting. It has just felt pointless and meaningless the last few days. I’ll try again tomorrow. 🌈❤️✨🙏🏻

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