My heart cries as once again we lose another family member. Sometimes there are no words left to describe or explain, except it was way too soon to lose this lovely 32 year old daughter of my special first cousin. Christina Clarke passed away suddenly in England this weekend, of unknown causes. Her mother Camille (my cousin) flies to England today to help her son in law with all the details. Camille had just lost her husband in the spring this year, and lost her Mother just last spring. Her father is also gone, a few short years ago. I do try hard to hold onto understanding and faith, to know that indeed they are in God’s hands and we will see them again, but sometimes my peace and understanding is shattered by the pain. I love my Cousins so much and many prayers and heartfelt hugs are being sent to all the Bammes Family.
BREATH OF LIFE
Breath of life, wash through my body
as I walk besides this sacred stream…
Father and Mother nearby,
I feel them in the smell of the forest,
in the dark of the deep cave…
they are in the water cascading down the mountainside,
in the fish that leap and glide…
their presence warms my heart
I lay upon the freshly wet forest duff..
Their love wraps itself around me like the softest blanket
as I give my tears to the earth…
and send my prayers on wings to the Creator.
Ancient Cedars carry my heart upwards
as the sap rises in the spring, and oh the smell!
Fresh pine gum fills my mouth with the tangy aroma of life,
as I sense my mother’s presence, she
who taught me to chew the delightful gum.
Sounds of the forest catch my attention,
and I remember my dad teaching me to track thru snow…
be alert, always scanning to the front and back
between quick glances at the ground.
A magical place, a sacred space,
not far from home,
yet in another world.
I follow the creek up over waterfalls
and around boulders and logs.
Rich yellow green mosses carpet rocks and soil
in an enticing paradise,
illuminated by spirit, refreshing the soul.
Sacred place, mystical space….
the burdens of the heart melt deep
into accepting earth,
draining away with my tears into the ground.
Slowly, new life creeps up from the Mother,
infuses the cells of my body with vibrant life energy,
and replaces the pain with joy…
A prayer bursts forth with passion,
Crying to my Father above for release;
a prayer of hope,
a prayer of faith.
As I sit up, reborn from the water of the forest,
I give thanks with all my heart.
The Lord’s Prayer comes to my lips, not as a rote piece,
but full of meaning and life, color and depth…
… each phrase complete
each word from the heart.
I dip my hands into the blessed water
and wash my pain away.
A new life has begun.
of individually frosted Ponderosa Pine needles,
glistening in the low-lying winter sunlight;
A shimmering halo of pure light evoking a brief flash of thankful joy.
The light that is love divine, pure unadulterated bliss…
At that wondrous moment, life makes sense.
Life and death~ part of the eternal cycle~
and never an ending
without a new beginning.
The morning sun kisses the earth, brings renewal daily.
It is left for us to see the blessings
and take them as our own.
The gift is here, do we have the eyes to see,
the ears to hear?
Descending into the fog once more
I remember the sadness,
but my load is lighter.
Heart brims with thankfulness,
for the memory of joy.
lays in wisps and heavy blankets
over the forested hills and tilled fields.
yet a glimpse of the gold edged trees
in the high valley
bring a reminder of better days.
the light will return.
Light… pure love of Creator
for all creation…
and of all life for
Be at peace.
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