Talking it over

I wanted to title this entry Chronic TMI* because that is what I think I am sometimes. I am very happy to report on the positive power of communication with loved ones. It is what makes things possible, livable; it heals, it moves us forward. I spoke more with my husband, who spoke with someone he has taken on as a sort of informal new sponsor, and we are both better about the wedding ring situation. I communicated with my daughter, and with the other person who I was feeling bad about something with (love that sentence, eh?). Ohhhhhh and in the midst of all of that, a beautiful gift was delivered! From a very special friend who supports my whittering and makes me think I might have to see about putting some of it in book form someday. Here is something I read from it last night:

“The recognition that you do not understand
is a prerequisite
for undoing your false ideas.”**

Isn’t that spot on? Here is the whitter of last night at bedtime.

Whispers for Folláin

Birth isn’t easy
it is necessary
sometimes there are tears
oh the pain is legendary
but it passes and what remains
is a miracle of joy
completeness

Dearest one
even when this strange being born
makes my soul sob in the shadows
of my blinking stumbling start
when I’m all elbows and embarrassment
in the quiet time I rest
content as any cared for tender being

Sometimes the rain falls so hard
but we know the good it does
and sometimes things come in threes
bringing some tears
but in our calls and times
the light does what it always has done
always will do

In the midst of everything
there is a sacred joy
and tonight unencumbered
untinterrupted
I go to lie in it
safe in your strong soft quiet heart
where growing is peaceful and safe

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*TMI: Too much information
** From Gifts from a Course in Miracles