This path holds perils
Hot coals sear my feet, my soul
Breathing, hope glimmers
*****
I was broken
the tiny crystal of Self
shattered beyond repair
There was no fixing
no redemption
no love that could save me
I tried
Time and time again
I hoped
this time would be different
One day
who knows exactly why or how
it happened on that particular day
Grace, perhaps,
an unknown spirit
breathed on me, in me
And so it began
A time of healing
listening
of being seen
A time of gathering
sharing
being held
And holding on
…..to this new light
…..this new heart
A new start
*written in support of A Hero’s Journey Retreats, created by Bob Petrich
A Streak of Teal 
I so appreciate your succinct and honest ways Saoirse. A few people have taught me — when one opens, it creates just a bit more path for others to open. Thank you!
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Thank you so much, Tenneson. Each time you comment, I savor the sweetness and am encouraged to continue …
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I swirl in the thoughts and the beauty of the words – curious and grateful for the journey you so beautifully traverse and share. Much love and gratitude. I see you. I appreciate you. -N
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Thank you, Nicole! It is a gift to be seen. Love back to you.
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l love how your poem shows that community heals. We may or may not notice. May we be open for the time when the spark, the grace may appear. I also love the image of holding on to that light. I’m glad I saw this today! My email has changed to caruthersrm@gmail.com.
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Thank you so much, Robin. I love that you noticed community heals. So it does. And I love the blessing that you drop on us all. May it be so.
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