Beloved:
Here we are again.
Lent/Easter/Ostara
You have given me
The greatest gift,
To make me think
It is Winter Solstice
Time of gift giving…
18 days without
Migraines…
You humble me.
& that is not easy
to do…
but it was obvious
that I could not
do this on my
own.
But this time of year
Is & has been
An ending of a journey.
The end of migraines
Is long overdue,
But everything
In its own time,
Beloved,
Your time,
Not mine.
NO more excuses
Now that I am
Done with the pain
Or rather
THAT pain,
I have to face
The responsibilities
The universe has in store
For me.
To heal other things
In me,
To earn my keep,
To face the music,
To help others,
To do more,
And at the same time
Not to push
So hard that I
Hurt myself.
Lesson learned,
Time to move on,
Thank you Beloved,
You always know,
What I need,
Before I do.
