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Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and

what a gently welcoming darkestness–

now i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music)feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain

are given; and given is how beautifully snow)

now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)

something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring

~e.e. cummings

~~~

grow

~~~

With a quiet gesture, with a whisper, I re-enter this most sacred of spaces.

I’ve missed you.

With gratitude and humility I step out from the shadow of fear and failure and sadness. I stretch. I blink. I smile. My face lifts toward the light – the sun, the Spring.

Confidence, creativity, calm.  Freedom, joy, purpose. Patience.

My lessons of these past months, of these past years. My lessons always.

I am nourished and more whole.

 

I am excited.

Please, join me… again.

~~~

me

~Cedar~

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