Thirst....

Let's choose today to quench our thirst for the "good life" we thinks others lead by acknowledging the good that already exists in our lives.

We can then offer the universe the gift of our grateful hearts.Sarah Ban Breathnach

My soul thirsts,

for

something I once knew..

a cool wetness,

a refreshing awakening.

i walk along,

I feel the sandpaper like feel

deep inside my heart chambers..

I remember the quenching drops I knew in my mother's womb

always supplying all that I needed

cushioning my developing body from

harm. 

 I floated there in the midst of that love pool,

and

onced birthed,

immediately....

Thirst...thirst for that which I once knew.

I longed for it...

still long for it...

search and try to fill it with all kinds of things....

nothing works..

The sun of life,

burns me,

scorches me,

I feel as if I might dry up and die...

I hide my face from the rays,

I feel my phyche begin to wither,

I cry out...

out to the Universe...

someone,

something,

anything,

are you there?

I'm thirsty...

thirsty

for

creative flow.

I wither more,

and

surrender...

surrender to the liquidy God of the Universe...

and suddenly without rhyme or reason,

in the middle of nightfall,

I feel the midst settle over the surface of my soul

reviving my spirits

tiny  drops of love dew

microscopic specks of coolness.

Life  continues...

my spirit perks up

i absorb the coolness

feel my roots begin to seek down,

my leaves begin to spread,

and

that

dry parched feeling...

it begins to fade in a way i cannot explain because I really don't understand it.

Spiritual water

It comes in all forms and fashions,

rain and sunshine,

smiles and tears,

in a look,

or

a glimmer into someone else

...

.

I was thirsty,

wilting,

about to give up...

and

the Mystery

she came...

sprinkling me with the wet dust of new beginnings

reviving my soul from what I assumed would be certain death.

On this evening...

I am thankful for

smiles,

hugs,

warm food,

the sound of rain on the roof,

being able to watch the wonder of the wind twirl

the branches in a sacred symphony of harmony.

I was thirsty....

but

now...

now...

I have been restored.

May you too

experience

the midst of love dew

and

find your spirit renewed.

blessings and hugs.