The seasons of one's soul
are unique to one's experiences.
We learn as we go
what makes us safe
and comfortable.
My childhood
was
nervous
determined
high strung
yet
still seeking
still curious
still positive
still half full...
The winds
of change,
The heat
of emotion
The storms
of confusion
The gentle rain
of growth
The howling tempests
of indecision
The warmth
of inner light
The glow
of intuition
The calm
of resolve
whirled
within me.
I was
taught to listen
to my inner voice.
I wanted to believe
in myself...
but
it
took
awhile...
A gentle voice
has always
whispered to me
in my dreams.
Causing me to be
still and quiet
to hear the words
of wisdom
and love.
Having children
in my thirties
motivated me
to be
all
I could be.
It was crucial
for me
to pass on
to
them
to listen
to their intuition
to hear it
believe it
trust it.
In the process
I learned too.
We three
have
a
bond of strength
as
intertwined
unions
of
the tightest
rope.
Distance
is
indifferent
as
the memory
of
holding them
in my
womb.
It's times
like these
when things are uncertain
I can feel safe
because
I listened
and
trusted
I am
doing the right thing...
Believing
the end result
will
unfold
and
reveal
I
was
on
the
right
path
all along...
These are the familiar seasons of my life...
~~dkb
