Dear Spirit to Spirit friend,
With a tender heart, let us welcome in the energy of this new year. A welcome that gently includes all that continues to be challenging and gives space for the new life that is always emerging.
And what makes sense at this unusual time... perhaps it's the sweet guidance of this offering from Carrie Newcomer entitled
"Making Sense."
Finding what makes sense
In senseless time
Takes grounding myself
Sometimes quite literallly,
In the ancient patterns
Of the living world,
Water and stone, animal and tree.
In the layers of soil
Faithfully recreating itself
Year after year,
Leaf atop leaf.
It takes steadying myself
Upon shale and clay and solid rock
Swearing allegiance to an ageless aquifer
Betting on all the hidden springs.
When so much is unsure
I can believe in a tree.
Trust its broad-leafed perspective,
Dedicated to breathing in, and then out.
Reaching down and then up.
When much feels without reason
I reach out for a strong trunk
Where I can lay my hands
Or rest my back
And abide for a while between
Its splayed and mossy feet.
I can trust a tree’s careful
And drawn out
Way of speaking
One thoughtful sentence
Covering the span of many seasons.
A tree doesn’t hurry.
A tree doesn’t lie.
It knows how to stand true to itself.
Unselfconscious of its beauty and scars,
All the physical signs of where and when
It needed to bend
Rather than break.
A tree stands alone and yet in deepest communion.
For in the gathering of the many,
There is comfort and courage,
Perseverance and protection,
From the storms that howl down from predictable
Or unexplainable directions.
In a senseless time
I hold close to what never stopped
Making sense.
Like love
Like trees
Like how a seed becomes a sapling,
And a sapling becomes a canopy of branches.
Like the scent at the very top of an infant’s head
Because there is nothing more right than that.
Nothing.
It is all still happening.
Even now.
Even now.
In Gratitude & Love, Joanna