Morning has come to pass, and the noon hour has me reflecting.
I love taking time to do nothing. Sitting outside in the sun, enjoying the wind and birdsong. Lovely post Debra!
I ended up sleeping most of the day away, Rea.
It was very relaxing.
Good for you, Debra. 🫂
There is such power in the lines you have written here Debbie 🫂✨💕
Thank you 💕✨️
Between the Light and the Resting
Five months have turned like pages in the wind,
each day a thread in the spiral's gentle climb—
from that December moment when you chose
to throw fear to the sidelines, to simply BE,
to this May morning where your spirit knows
the wisdom of the pause, the holy rest.
The light you lit in winter's darkest hour
has not dimmed but deepened, learned to pulse
with the rhythm of authentic being—
bright when called to shine, soft when drawn
to recline in peace's tender company.
Between then and now, a thousand small surrenders:
moments when you trusted the door ajar,
let visitors from distant realms come calling,
allowed your essence its journey home
to remember, to run free, to feel the wind.
The spiral turns, not returning but ascending—
each revolution carrying forward
that December courage, that May serenity,
weaving them into something richer still:
the understanding that to be the light
sometimes means to rest within the void,
that cups running over need time to fill,
that hearts set ablaze must breathe between flames.
From "let me BE myself completely"
to "let my spirit visit back home"—
the same truth, deeper now, more trusted:
You matter. You make a difference.
Your journey continues, sacred and unforced.
Wow, Matthew
That deeply touched me. To have someone describe my journey with such heartfelt words.
My soul rejoices, my purpose fulfilled.💕✨️
💜
I love taking time to do nothing. Sitting outside in the sun, enjoying the wind and birdsong. Lovely post Debra!
I ended up sleeping most of the day away, Rea.
It was very relaxing.
Good for you, Debra. 🫂
There is such power in the lines you have written here Debbie 🫂✨💕
Thank you 💕✨️
Between the Light and the Resting
Five months have turned like pages in the wind,
each day a thread in the spiral's gentle climb—
from that December moment when you chose
to throw fear to the sidelines, to simply BE,
to this May morning where your spirit knows
the wisdom of the pause, the holy rest.
The light you lit in winter's darkest hour
has not dimmed but deepened, learned to pulse
with the rhythm of authentic being—
bright when called to shine, soft when drawn
to recline in peace's tender company.
Between then and now, a thousand small surrenders:
moments when you trusted the door ajar,
let visitors from distant realms come calling,
allowed your essence its journey home
to remember, to run free, to feel the wind.
The spiral turns, not returning but ascending—
each revolution carrying forward
that December courage, that May serenity,
weaving them into something richer still:
the understanding that to be the light
sometimes means to rest within the void,
that cups running over need time to fill,
that hearts set ablaze must breathe between flames.
From "let me BE myself completely"
to "let my spirit visit back home"—
the same truth, deeper now, more trusted:
You matter. You make a difference.
Your journey continues, sacred and unforced.
Wow, Matthew
That deeply touched me. To have someone describe my journey with such heartfelt words.
My soul rejoices, my purpose fulfilled.💕✨️
💜