Not only have I been feeling better this day but for the past week I've just been a little happier. I've finally designed something in one of my classes that I'm really passionate about, have two prospective clients to do work for, and Sage and I are finally getting our engagement photos done tomorrow. Life couldn't be more perfect at the current moment and I know Shandy would be glad to know I've been smiling.
I was recently thinking about this one poem she wrote a while back when we were both freshman and I thought I should include it on here. Hope you enjoy reading her lovely words as much as I have been lately.
Tread Lightly on the Earth Mother...
For She is fragile and wise...
Warmth, a brisk Spring morning
Transformed by the warmth of our
spirits, our kindred spirits
we prance through the Earth
Mother, lightly; we know her strength, her wisdom, her fragility
We are reminded of her power
the elements of water frigid
and painful piercing the flesh
with thousands of daggers, only
to with time embrace us again
with open arms as her children
The warm comfort of the sun
on rocks of ancient power now
hold us tightly
strengthening our energy
we chant to the rumble of
crashing water and whispers
from the trees
we speak of ignorance, of those
blind to the sacred power slowly
dwindling from our heavenly bodies
the Earth Mother screams in pain
how could we be so distructive?
So intrusive?
So Evil
We were not so created
As our mother bleeds we grow and cultivate hate
greed
What is this? What is this great darkness coming over us?
We will soon be smuthered by a hate
greater than any could comprehend
Then we will be cleansed, not by man;
for man generates the dirt from whence
evil sprang.
Our Mother will cleanse herself, and us
in so doing...
Those who have knowledge of her might
and wisdom may be spared; OR not
as the goddess sees fit
All that has been destroyed will again
rise as the heavenly bodies dance and
align
The Earth children, our brethren
will join us in basking in the warmth of
our mother, ...my kindred companion
Those lead astray that we passed will
again see the beauty, and the strength
Not yet...The Moon will again rise with
the blood and pain of much toil....
Peace be Amung You...