Ancient mother lives within,
Spinning up the tales of our soul,
Planting the seeds of future ideations,
Harboring the boats that sail on salty tears
Cried for past generations and future warriors
Laboring for love’s last breath on our lips,
She bears the fruit of victory over death,
Her last breath given to save us from ourselves,
Only to rise again from the ashes we created,
Strengthening the warrior inside
Despite the fear,
Despite the rage,
She frees us from our cage of self-imposition
And our bondage with the broken ties of past regrets
This love she holds is boundless,
Always available to mend our tender hearts
And set the broken pieces to sail
On the sea of her open, endless heart
The Angels remind us that we’re born with heartfelt goodness and and we can return to it, despite whatever hardships we encounter in life. The breath connects us to the heart, which connects us to the soul, where pure goodness lives.
We all forget to breathe…..when we’re angry, sad, scared, full of shame, or grieving. Today, we can remember in our dark moments that the breath is life and it connects us to all other life: human, animal, or spirit.
Feed yourself every day. Not just your body, but your mind and your spirit as well. Feed yourself with positive thoughts, people, and acts. Feed yourself with silence, deep breathing, good sleep. Feed yourself with Love.