It’s so rare to see glorious, uninterrupted sunshine in the UK. So when it does happen, it has me stop, slather myself in sunscreen and plonk myself on a garden chair stat. I did that last weekend, and this poem popped out.
The sun helped me stop. Stopping helped me ground myself. Being grounded invited the magic of creating for the sheer fun of it, into my afternoon.
I hope you enjoy :) Comments/replies on how it lands with you welcome!
The Mountain's Whisper
Are you tired of the mountain
That you’re supposed to climb?
Does every step feel heavy?
Perhaps it is a sign.
If the slope you’ve been traversing
Leaves you sad and out of breath,
And the spring that once infused each step
Has lately died a death
It might be time to pause and wait,
Not to help you travel faster
You aren’t a Red Bull F1 Car
You are your wisest master.
This mountain might not be for you
Perhaps it never was
But you know the way, you always did
It’s just that you forgot
You can sit down here, right where you are
And look out at at the view
Take in the beauty everywhere,
What does it say to you?
If you listen very carefully
You might just catch a tune
In the whisper of the evening breeze
The shadow of the moon
This beauty’s here for you, for us,
For every living thing
You are a unique part of it
You have a song to sing
But there is no rush to find it
It will come to you in time
As you sit, then stand back up
On this stony mountainside.
Thank you for being here.
With love,
Claire
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Ah, a balm for my soul :)