declares its music.
If you look at the wind,
you will find
a sustaining expectancy,
familiar in its
wild shining. Go with
that stormy pilgrim.
Your listening soul
will enter its healing mystery
like a sister
speaking with family.
-©Laura Sorrells 2012
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Beautiful picture and poem. When it comes to healing mysteries, however, my own sisters have proven something of a disappointment. I suspect, tho, that our true relatives are scattered across the universe and seldom number among our immediate kin. One finds them as I found your blog.
ReplyDeleteI am fortunate indeed to feel like my own close blood relatives are all very much kindred in spirit too. lots of my less immediate relatives are also. I don't have a sister but have been thinking a lot lately about the "all my relations" blessing that the Lakota and other Native Americans use, and that way of seeing is hopefully becoming more a part of who I am. Thank you for the kind compliment here, geo. it made me smile, for sure.
ReplyDeleteThe sketch looks to me like a Celtic knot. And, the notion of music, named in the lyrics, puts in my mind an auditory element -- Celtic, of course -- as I consider the words.
ReplyDeleteIt is a Celtic knot, one of four designs on a square rubber stamp I have. I have drawn such knots but they're always much more lopsided. I hear music in almost everything (I know it sounds crazy). What comes around for me here is the Waterboys song Home in the Meadow. seems to fit.
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