Celebrating…

I feel so blessed to have such a loving and wonderful woman in my life. Her name is Nancy. She is incredibly smart, beautiful, a fire starter, caring and most of all, she loved unconditionally. She touched so many hearts in many loving ways. A master gardener indeed! On Earth Day five years ago, Nancy transitioned. On this Earth Day, five years later, I wanted to celebrate her incredibly lived life. One of her many gifts she expressed extensively is that she was a deep and prolific writer and poet. (All photography for my blogs except Sacrifice, Hall of Mirrors & It Will Spill Out are Nancy’s original untouched photography) In celebration of her incredible life I wanted to share one of her many writings. It’s called…

Free Flow

Separate the gold from the metal,

Let the wind sift through the hairs of the fibers

Like a fine-tooth comb.

The air is completely charged and ready,

Electricity and magnetism and great power is

Available and waiting.

Between my fingers are the grains of life energy,

And they flow endlessly through my fingers

And across the beach to the ocean

And across the world.

Infinitely.

We are at infinity.

Miracles and nothing impossible.

A space in time that is like a positive-charged box

Of unending possibilities;

Santa’s fairytale sack with no bottom.

The blue rises up from the depths of the ocean

And meets with the sky,

And you realize, suddenly, that they were never separate;

It was only an illusion.

And you realize, suddenly, that the ground

You are standing on

Isn’t solid at all; it is in constant motion.

And now you realize completely,

Utterly in your deepest cell,

That you are not separate,

That anything you desire is here and now,

And the power of this moment is in every moment.

Take the magic wand

And you realize what is happening,

You are transforming as we speak,

Into a spirit form, then back to the body, back to spirit,

Like unfocusing, then focusing your eyes.

It was there all the time,

And you couldn’t see

Or hear or feel.

Reach out your hand

And feel the sand grains,

And realize they embody the magical whole.

Don’t try to squeeze them to hold them back.

Don’t try to wet them to mold them to what you want.

Don’t try to count them; they are too numerous to count.

Just let them free flow,

And trust that it is so,

And feel and watch and listen to the silent swish

As they pile up and blow away,

Pile up and blow away,

Pile up and blow away.

This is the way it’s meant to be.

This is how it is.

Now you know.

In Love and Light,

Steve