As It Is

As It Is

How I love looking to the sky,
especially as a backdrop
to the intricacies of tree branches
in winter. 
Edges of daylight,
starry nights,
flowing cloudscapes.
Ever-changing visions to behold.
Along with looking up and out
I’ve discovered the power
of diving into the depths of me.
I felt a pull to ‘go there’
as a way to navigate grief. 
And, I’m so glad 
to have had the patience 
to do so.
I deepen my breath,
let my attention slide,
feel my body loosen.
I am fluid - 
free, pure,
full of vigor and peace.
Resilient treasures reveal.
A recent, surprising,
 welcome gift
is a sort of supple sadness
that gently honors
the truth of my travels
 and opens the way 
to the fullness of me.
No judgment, fear,
or need to hide.
Like moonbeams shining
through the dark of might,
or shadows and snow cover
mingling on a frozen lake,
it simply is as it is
and all is well
within.

Sarah Carlson
February 27, 2026