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This Journey
On the other side
and over the hump,
I catch a vision of the new
before me,
and within me.
It was a rough season –
all the falling and stumbling
behind me.
I look back –
and though I do not want
to go back again,
my heart sings –
for I am grateful.
The lessons have arrived –
some like a ton of bricks…
but after getting knocked down,
I got up –
again and again.
You assisted –
helping my legs remember their strength
and teaching me to rest, too.
I surrendered to the season –
reluctantly at first…
but as I let go,
healing arrived.
Now here I stand.
I am firmly grounded
in a whole new way of being.
Thank you.
Thank you from the bottom of my feet
through my heart and
radiating upward
and outward
from every pore of life in me.
May the lessons gained
root deeply in my soul.
Understanding has blessed me, and
I am fashioned anew.
Thanks be to the One
who gives beyond measure!
Holy is your name.
Your creation of me continues
with deepening grace.
I am in awe.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Lighted From Within
Oh, the view that blesses
when the horizon glows
whether morning or evening.
The bright moon in the distance
also inspires
as it illuminates the soul.
Seeing light from a distance
is an invitation
that instructs…
For I can wander in the darkness
for days
or even months…
but when the light enters in
from afar,
a new energy
begins to germinate again
as its beams touch me.
I become sprouted and fed –
even if only for a bit.
These glimpses provide for me.
As I grow and heal
and new branches form –
stretching me beyond
all the ways and limits –
daring to ignore the broken places –
the glow given grows.
I know healing has arrived
when I have less need
of the horizon
and all its sparkling colors.
Sure, the hues and brilliance
still are a gift and reminder…
They show me what lies deep within me –
the colors that shine and beam
through me
in a never ending way.
I am lighted from within
and I know where to look
when I need the horizon.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Giving Thanks
It is far too easy
to focus on lack, pain,
or fear.
After all, the suffering
seems to be
at every bend and corner.
This is what the world gives –
the constant dis-ease
which keeps us unsettled.
But, what is – THE MORE
continues to invite us…
and heal us
when our eyes are open to seeing it –
when our arms can stretch to receive,
and our hearts dare to soften.
Giving thanks
is about giving voice
to THE MORE –
which is always present.
So, let us raise our voices
and sing the song of grace.
Let us share its music
which beats in the
rhythm of our hearts.
Let us open our eyes
and see
all the goodness
embedded in every moment.
When we do this together
around hearth or table,
the music of our voices
helps us touch
the deep places –
the ones that sustain
and heal us
and bring us to dancing.
Blessings to you
and through you.
Let us be present for each other.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
It is time.
Word Provider
Often when I sit to write,
the decision is spontaneous.
I may be in my usual routine,
and then the urge bubbles up.
A thought comes…
Maybe I will write.
Then I simply position my fingers on the keyboard
and out it flows.
My head, heart, and fingers
are connected to that larger reality
that usually slips through the fingers.
It is an act of faith –
to put myself in the position
to be available
and receive.
I trust the words will come.
And when they do,
I am one with Inspiration
and being
me.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Art and Gift
I Can See Who You Are
We hustle.
We bustle.
We cover up.
We avoid.
In the constant press forward,
the moments are lost.
When able to still ourselves,
we can catch glimpses of
what is real.
I sat with a patient,
one of the sweet ones
with dementia.
Her eyes alive
with love and openness…
Her speech cute and senseless
most of the time.
I am present to her
and focus on being –
instead of doing.
When the time for goodbye comes,
I touch her shoulder
and lean in.
Her eyes widen
as these words spill forth
in clarity and affection:
“I can see who you are!”
Grace finds me
and I am blessed by her glimpse.
I am reminded…
I am Love.
Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Start with you…
Be Lifted
I sometimes like to watch
the float of a feather.
It can show up unannounced
and bless me
with fresh lightness.
Watching its flowing movement
with no steering wheel
to direct
or engine powering it –
Well, it looks like freedom.
Most of us
tend to be weighted
by our day to day.
We load up our minds
with fiction
that keeps us from
the float of grace
intended for us.
Watch the feather,
I tell myself.
It has no need to
drive or direct,
no agenda to meet,
no cares to protect.
It simply rests
on the unseen flow of life.
It rises above beautifully.
The feather’s lift
is a wonder to behold –
the mystery and gift
of grace realized.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Becoming and Beholding 