My Divine Fathoms

Barker Brook just before it enters the Sandy River

This piece is one that, after I wrote it, produced a deep release. It was a powerful experience, though I'm not sure if the words adequately express just why that happened. And as I write that I realize that it doesn't really matter. It happened and it was good and so here it is:

My Divine Fathoms

Diving down to investigate the varied currents
of one’s being reveals Truths that can
take time to bring fully into focus.
Both exhilarating and exhausting,
slowly and steadily it inspires
distinct shifts within.
I had to let my frozen edges thaw
before I could take the plunge.
At first I was cautious and explored
the shallows where branches and tendrils
were fairly simple to discern.
I could come to the surface with relative ease
and I learned the importance of taking
deep, restorative breaths.
Armed with a clearer understanding of
my inherent strength and courage,
I continue to intrepidly return to
my watery depths in search of further clarity.
Recently I became discouraged as
I kept thinking I had let go of
patterns and impressions
that are not authentically mine
and sporadically I experience more pain and distress.
I realize now that I sometimes forget one
very important thing.
As I peruse my divine fathoms,
I have to  consistently remember
to fully embrace the wonders that are revealed,
 to keenly trust in my knowing,
 and to allow the Truth to be incorporated
into me without reservation or fear.
I am safe and I deserve to feel good. 

Sarah Carlson

January 18, 2016