Have you seen our Mother? When she sees all her little children running to her she opens her gigantic arms and gathers us up like chicks. Back in her arms again, worlds appear, disappear, and reappear upon the rise and fall of her breasts. Her honey milk flows and flows and we are nourished. It…
her soul spins songs of healing
fire red, gold thread and river green
she is making a cloak to transform pain
she is weaving seeds into the fibers
and feathers and shells and leaves
Amidst the challenges each day presents amidst the loss, the wonder, the endless to do lists amidst the shifting landscape of our world and even amidst the sorrow: This is a year of great promise. We don’t know what the year will bring yet we each know in our heart that what it brings is…
You put the razz in my raspberry.
You are the sticky juice of my mango.
You sizzle the chili peppers in my salsa.
There are impossible pains
for which there are no words
or phrases which can dislodge
the broken branches and hearts
though the day presses upon our hearts and bodies we have wings which are strong from use gravity comes exhaling down and, inhaling, we rise, unfolding. unfurling. though sometimes coughing we rise with bright courage into possibility and the future’s hands while carrying with us the cries of our Haiti and our Africa and our…
Listening for the divine instruction I sit real quiet on the edge of my thought. Trying not to interrupt the possibility that some holy red thread of wisdom might reach through the veils to my own heart. Am I in my own way? The thoughts beckon away from stillness. Am I missing something here?…
Though the storms of doom will rage against our bright windows opened to the day
And the perils of Main street and Wall street bid us foreboding while we linger under feather coverlets
While the headlines glorify mayhem and madness, we shall leap forward with red shoes made for dancing
We, a people of an unreasonable dream, will not be undone. Our very bones are made for this bright longing.
This faith which against the odds of empty houses, white houses, houses of financial ill repute and houselessness.
This faith will see us through and cause us to throw open our doors to our futures and shout
DAY! We cometh forth from the depths of yester-year! We will wear orange dresses and feathered hats,
READY OR NOT! HERE WE COME!
And while we claim the wreckage still piling up in the junkyard of ‘soul work’ still to be done
We shall not be put under the tires of commerce or commercial or cynicism
We cannot be talked out of our joy!
Creating A New Future, ©2010 Shiloh Sophia McCloud Though the storms of doom rage against our bright windows opened to the day And the perils of Main street and Wall street bid us foreboding while we linger under feather coverlets While the headlines glorify mayhem and madness, we shall leap forward with red shoes made…
May you choose outrageous actions that challenge who you are and encourage who you are becoming.
May you take one step, however small, toward that which you have always longed for.
Now is the “right time.”
May you recognize the unique and powerful contribution that you bring to the people whose lives you touch.
May you be as wonderful as you really are, and do things because you want to, not just because you should.
May you celebrate your creativity and believe that you are an
artist with a unique vision that no one else has.