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Nevertheless, Spring Forth!

 

The weight is heavy – 

this boulder on top of you.

It came out of nowhere!

You are stuck.

Never before have you felt such a hard, unrelenting blockage.

This rock is cold.

This pain is real.

It is time to hunker down

and see who is with you –

to be reminded that you are not alone.

Your roots reach to touch others

who share your dilemma,

your pain.

As the seeds within you

fight for survival,

you dare to stretch. 

You find another.

Together, your reach is stronger.

Together, you find a community –

one that works together

to search the cold surfaces 

to find the cracks.

For, no matter how hard the rock is,

it is no match

for the faith of a community

that seeks the light.

Your strength is in knowing that

the light is always there.

It cannot be extinguished –

no matter how big or daunting

the rock is.

 

Therefore, bloom!

Do not give up.

Reach for the light together.

Crack that rock apart

and let the strength within

spring forth!

You have it in you –

for you were born to find the light.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2020

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Be You

 

There are examples everywhere…

 

The petals of the flower

unfold with grace

and without struggle.

 

The dog wags his tail

without question

or worry about how silly he may appear.

 

The cloud floats

across a big sky –

allowing the breezes to direct it.

 

The waves surge –

rising and falling

to a mysterious rhythm and song

and changes as necessary.

 

So, what is this angst

that pulls at you,

fooling you into thinking

that there is something wrong?

 

Look at the path ahead.

It unwinds without effort.

You need not know where it leads.

It matters not

how your path differs

from the one next to you.

This is your path.

Feel the ground under you.

Walk.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2020

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Mosaic Moments

 

Transitions increase a felt wistfulness.

We look back

and long for

what worked before.

Those pieces of us that

like routine and

the comfort of the predictable –

well, those parts feel sharp

in such seasons –

the edges hurt.

And yet, there is the buzz –

the bubbling energy of the new,

of possibility.

There are new faces to greet,

new tasks to learn and

fresh ways to open the heart

and to be.

Life is

as life does-

and its mysteries inspire and instruct.

Its best when 

there is a mix of things

for the creative touch of God is genius

and multi-dimensional.

So, even when loss

is the larger piece at the time,

there will always be the sparkle

and felt presence

of grace, of love … even joy.

When awake,

we can wonder at and

give thanks for 

the whole design of it all.

We see our piece in the creation.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

Gratitude for Anne Lamott and her coining of the term, “mosaic moments” in her recent book, Almost Everything.

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Homecoming

 

When walking next to the shore,

take in the salted air.

It tastes like your tears.

 

When walking next to the shore,

listen to the music of the surf.

It is the soundtrack of the movement in your heart.

 

When walking next to the shore,

watch the swoop and dance of the Plover birds.

They effortlessly play in the waves,

undaunted by the constant changes beneath their tiny feet.

Witness the lesson.

 

A walk by the ocean

is always a homecoming.

The whispers heard soothe the soul.

The sprays felt baptize us anew.

We are reminded that

sometimes we need to get wet

to begin again.

So take a walk on the beach.

Hear the invitation of its dynamic landscape:

               Let’s be the ocean together.

 

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop. – Rumi

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The Call of the Morning Bird

 

A chorus has erupted

and it filters through the open window.

A haunting call began it all.

Is it a cry? An alarm? 

Is this creature hungry?

The cry repeats in

a rhythm of hurt.

As I attend to its voice,

I begin to hear others return the call.

Their message seems to say:

                All is well.

               We are here!

                Join us- for you belong in the world.

               We care about you.

After some time, and continued voicing,

the cry of the suffering bird eases.

 

Attending to this natural befriending

soothes my soul.

I begin this day 

with the reminder that

we are one –

and attending to our sacred cries

is as natural and reliable as

the rising of the morning sun.

Our presence with one another

has the reassuring power

of gifting hope

and returning us to stillness.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

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Grace Shower

Be watchful in the weather

of life,

for as your experiences show up,

their effect can either dampen and chill you,

or bless you with warm peace.

So much depends

on where you stand at the time

and if you are awake

or not.

Your life can be a challenge –

that is true.

And also the point.

For the challenges teach

and also preach

if we are present in the pew

and looking upward and inward

for understanding.

Be watchful for the weather of truth

which will come and go

like the wind which

gives us waves to ride

until we learn 

how to balance on them.

And when we are ready to ride,

having built up our core,

the rain of grace

will shower down upon us,

gently cleansing us

with new realizations

of what is true.

And in this baptism of insight,

we are made new again

by the healing that

has finally arrived.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

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