Remember to look at the sky.

Sometimes

I get scared.

Overwhelmed

Shut down.

Oh– these endless yammering clamouring thoughts.

Inner turmoil.

Craziness.

What’s wrong with me?

It’s just the old wounds weeping.

Just the old anguish re-instating itself.

It’s just the ancient inherited sorrow of my ancestors–

Mourning their loved ones.

Grieving their losses.

It’s just the old trauma,

My trauma,

My losses, my sorrow,

Claiming their hard won territory

In my torn and tattered soul,

Warning me of impending danger.

I succumb. I surrender.

I shake and quake and shiver and shudder.

But then I remember.

This is just one waking dream.

This is just one ancient human drama.

This is just one ancestral dance.

One story,

One memory in the ancient human story.

I can clear this.

I can dissolve this.

I can transform this.

With brush strokes.

With song.

With prayer.

Meditation.

I can both honour and transform the sorrow in me–

With Love-

With the living breathing–

and very much alive–

Love that does not perish.

Love that can not die.

Breathe. Exhale. Inhale. Release.

And remember to look at the sky.

Look now– at the endless unfolding grey

and white and blue–

and the windy clouds scudding across the endless sky–

rolling on to Tomorrow and Forever.

Look at the rain moving from the north.

Look at the miracle of the sky and remember the love.

I can remember my little brother, my father, my grandmother,

my grandfather.

In that endless rolling canopy above our world–

I can see the love that still lives in me.

The love that passed between us.

The love carried in my ancestral line–

The love that connects us all.

The love that never dies.

About a month ago my friend Connnie– artist and soulful mentor of so many– created a very special project to honour a beloved friend who had suddenly passed away. She invited online friends and fellow artists to participate. Come see it here. Piecing Together the Sky

4 Replies to “Remember to look at the sky.”

  1. I never tell you but I think it all the time. I love the way you string words together. I love the way you create. Your work makes the world better. I love the way love moves through you.

  2. Lynna, this is so beautiful. Every word. Every drop of your heart fused into poetry. Thank you for sharing your light–that radiates so beautifully.

    I love you Miss Lynna, and so excited to share that you are the winner of one of my Piecing Together The Sky prints. I will happily send it to you this week!

    Come on over and see here: http://bit.ly/MrqMxL

    BIG Hugs,
    Connie

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