Inspired by the "Everyday witch tarot" - one card, one line - each day in June
My life is blessed with riches
and none so great as those I share in love.
I delight to watch the world at play
in the moments when we cease to chase the whirlwinds of our own imaginings.
Have you seen how infinite are our choices?
We think we need to fight the wind
but colour opens itself to us in abundance,
a solace and refuge when all fires are spent.
It is joy, nurtured and shared,
the ecstatic leap of spontaneous celebration
and the freedom to know ourselves through the simple enjoyment of others.
To toil against the current may be denial:
I choose to look, not to what is gone but to what is yet to come.
The pain of loss is irrevocable.
I allow the grief of it to change me, leaving me forever marked.
To do so is to embrace, not death but life;
love grows in the places where our courage shines.
There we may find the spark of our soul fire
and invite it to light our path.
To choose to walk our path is to invite exhaustion
and yet to be blessed by its wonder.
Its riches are not seen on the horizon but in our eyes,
and sometimes the things we hold as certain must be allowed to crumble
as we leave behind all that we have built and known.
Sometimes we travel the greatest distance in stillness,
where we may come to know and value the true rewards of our strivings.
In sharing what we have earned, we multiply our delight.
I choose to rejoice in the privilege of being alive
and to risk my naked soul to love.
In terror and in hope, I cast my dreams upon the wind.
and none so great as those I share in love.
I delight to watch the world at play
in the moments when we cease to chase the whirlwinds of our own imaginings.
Have you seen how infinite are our choices?
We think we need to fight the wind
but colour opens itself to us in abundance,
a solace and refuge when all fires are spent.
It is joy, nurtured and shared,
the ecstatic leap of spontaneous celebration
and the freedom to know ourselves through the simple enjoyment of others.
To toil against the current may be denial:
I choose to look, not to what is gone but to what is yet to come.
The pain of loss is irrevocable.
I allow the grief of it to change me, leaving me forever marked.
To do so is to embrace, not death but life;
love grows in the places where our courage shines.
There we may find the spark of our soul fire
and invite it to light our path.
To choose to walk our path is to invite exhaustion
and yet to be blessed by its wonder.
Its riches are not seen on the horizon but in our eyes,
and sometimes the things we hold as certain must be allowed to crumble
as we leave behind all that we have built and known.
Sometimes we travel the greatest distance in stillness,
where we may come to know and value the true rewards of our strivings.
In sharing what we have earned, we multiply our delight.
I choose to rejoice in the privilege of being alive
and to risk my naked soul to love.
In terror and in hope, I cast my dreams upon the wind.