There have been heartaches, yes – and sorrows that ripped away your certainties and slammed the breath from your body. Times when you have felt silenced: voice stoppered, pains weighing down your feet.
Set down your loads for a while and allow peace to break through.
Sit by the river and, pausing to take a shaky breath, nurse your wounds back to wholeness – shards reconnecting within, whisper that they will never be the same, yet are beautiful in their own way.
In the meantime: swans turn circles overhead and beloveds call to one another, heart to heart connecting through barricades. Sunlight shines through the leaves to fall upon your shoulders, while a fresh breeze tickles your hands, your face, your weary spirits … “dream again,” it urges you. “Remember who you are.”
____
Image: Picryl
Aisling Maria Cronin 