“Is the soul solid, like iron?” reflects poet, Mary Oliver. “Or, is it tender and breakable like the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?”
Can it carry Hope upon a hummingbird’s wings? Does it crumple like paper into the palm of the hand?
Does it ever once ask for more than we can give?
My darlings, though often we may mistake as our Achilles heel – trust, that Soul is what keeps things ‘real.’ A silvered thread upon which all Faith rests.
Tenuous, at best; though gracious, nonetheless.
Soul brings life to weathered leaf; and peace to the simplicity of these scattered morning rays.
It captivates, enriches, and glorifies – making magic of ‘weeping’ willows.
And, cradling this gift of life within our humbled hands.
Soul is that which gathers us ‘here’, my loves – a simple Faith upon Hope’s wings.
Namaste, my beautiful friends ~ wishing you the blessing of soul on this day.
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