I have been far too silent now, for far too long. I do not know why; sometimes the Muse is silent, and the longer I go without putting pen to page the harder it is to begin again. I have determined to try to change that once again.
Yesterday was my birthday. Number forty six. I look in the mirror & confess some days I see every year, but more often than not it is the girl I used to be staring back at me; unsure, but young & filled with dreams & hope that those dreams might come true. And sometimes both of us are there, the ingénue and the disillusioned, wounded soul, denying fear & doubt.
My oldest (that is most long standing, she is four months my junior, a fact she likes to underline as we mark the passing years) friend and I had lunch last week to celebrate and the gift she gave me was marked with the phrase "A friend is someone who knows your heart's song & sings it to you when you forget the words." I have to wonder, looking back just how many times we have sung to each other, and how many more times we will. Friends like this are rare & beautiful treasures, and she reminded me with her gifts, which included note paper, of my gift, of the song I am supposed to be singing. I wrote this as a thank you, and joined a FaceBook group dedicated to "30 Days of Hustle" determined to figure out how to make the dream a reality. Part of that pledge is to write here & post more.
Every once in a while
comes someone who knows your heartsong
The melody of friendshiplove played in perfect harmony
Each note unheard before
still somehow just right
Reaching through sorrow
a
healing lullaby
in joy sharing exultation
Standing firm shoulder to shoulder lifting battle cry
Love pure as untouched fields
snow
glistening in the brilliant sun
sweet & reaffirming
rainbow
arcing through thunderclouds
sure and steady as
the setting and the rising sun
the sky painted a riotous song of colour
Never
twice the same and yet unchanging
the paean of the universe, the opus of the wind
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