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Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Born of Hope



My propensity for helping and encouraging kicked in this morning as I used my skills on my very own self.

Born of Hope

Tender one opens her arms,
her being, wide.
Her intuitive mind,
caring spirit,
grounded body
continue to reorganize, reunite
in a lovely mixture
of wisdom, integrity, and health.
She ponders the emergence of her poetry,
grateful for its sweet, steady
presence in her life.
There’s a gentle worry, a wonder,
about allowing some of her precious pieces
out into the world in the form of a book.
But deep down,
as deep as those most frozen places,
comes a sense of sureness that it is
good and right to allow her
book to be born.
The weaving of her words
all these many years
have been by her, for her.
And some, of her choosing,
for others.
She’s known that all along.
Though at times she was unsure,
and still can be,
all throughout her path of healing
that beacon of light has been a constant.
It has warmed and melted,
softened and soothed,
illuminated and guided.
Vigilant in her search for truth,
her words are of healing, 
not of hurt.
She smiles with the recognition
that these words, her words,
have been born of hope,
just as she
has always been
and will continue to be.
Sarah Carlson
January 30, 2018

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Ice Whispers

Sandy River - January 2018

Ice Whispers

Deep freeze,
lasting for so very long.
And then… a thaw,
with torrential rains
and howling winds,
that lifts the waters,
cracks the layers of ice,
sets great chunks free.
Almost to flood level,
the river rushes through the valley
carrying the ice along
until the pieces
pile upon one another
in a jumble.
The rains continue,
then subside,
allowing the waters
to settle and recede.
Little by little the chunks
release to flow along,
softening in the milder temperatures
and the warmth of the sun.
Gently, more gently
the river flows,
slushy pillows of
residual ice slide along with it,
bumping gently into each other
as they ride along.
Merging and diverging,
they whisper
of wisdom gleaned
 from the freezing,
the flooding,
and the freeing. 
Sarah Carlson
January 15, 2018