Clearwater Lake in the evening - June 14, 2016 |
I took this picture the evening of the last day of school. A friend had invited me to her camp, but something had come up and she didn't show. I sat on her dock alone, but not. I felt my body, my mind, my spirit just begin to relax. It had been a very full year with growth and heartache, emotion and discovery, and so much more. Though it was challenging, it was all good. I've known that a poem has been lurking within, but it didn't come until today:
Reflections
Tempestuous, trying times
are well over,
and mulling over the murkiness
has greatly enhanced my light.
More comfortable in wrapping my arms
around the bounty that surfaces
as I explore the delightful depths,
my amenable heart continually heals.
Throttling down my active mind,
more often I experience the actuality
of life’s moments without apprehension.
My tender, sensitive spirit is
quenched and soothed by
coursing waters, caressing hillsides,
luminous clouds, and other sightings
of ubiquitous love.
I know there is more below the surface,
but I have the ability to twist the lens,
examine the reflections
and glean whatever
is needed from the
surges and swirls,
eddies and calms,
varied hues of grays.
Tempestuous, trying times
are well over,
and mulling over the murkiness
has greatly enhanced my light.
More comfortable in wrapping my arms
around the bounty that surfaces
as I explore the delightful depths,
my amenable heart continually heals.
Throttling down my active mind,
more often I experience the actuality
of life’s moments without apprehension.
My tender, sensitive spirit is
quenched and soothed by
coursing waters, caressing hillsides,
luminous clouds, and other sightings
of ubiquitous love.
I know there is more below the surface,
but I have the ability to twist the lens,
examine the reflections
and glean whatever
is needed from the
surges and swirls,
eddies and calms,
varied hues of grays.
I can allow myself to submerge
in the sweet, subtle currents of
my true essence.
my true essence.
Sarah Carlson
July 4, 2016
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