Stanza I

Embodying my nervous system

Oh Lord, this one is curvy and bold, sincere and curious, courageous and soft, strong when needed. This is my song for 2025.

Lord, I do thank you for remembrance. I do thank my soul for listening to my inner voice screaming silence and no more attention, where distracting factors kept me from being kind to my beautiful self.

Embracing a softer edge has been the challenge, since I thrive in structure, order, and support. Yet trust needed wisdom that is lived, not read or transmitted even. It needed time to weave and unweave past and no longer vital chords.

An air of sadness kept me attentive to observe the times we are leaving behind, with care, in forgiveness and at times forgetfulness that can stem from the yearning to evolve. Sweet soul, the seeking has long ceased, and the caring, weaving path of embodied attention began to show signs of emotional maturity. Oh, I am blessed indeed to have the power of words and the gift of colors, and most important, the union with love.

I am blessed. Thank you, 2025, that started with a bang and kindly showed me to trust myself instead of others.

“Each of us born as a citizen of two worlds, each a descendant of eternity, and each a child of time.”

Michael Meade

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