Thanks Adam, that’s remarkable. So grateful that despite this witnessing you continue to heed the beautiful call.
I have loved this poem since the moment I found it. When she says ‘towards heaven’ for me it was always towards spirit/the heavens/the mythic. Perhaps this dear poem might help to unshackle those who feel condemned by their ch…
Thanks Adam, that’s remarkable. So grateful that despite this witnessing you continue to heed the beautiful call.
I have loved this poem since the moment I found it. When she says ‘towards heaven’ for me it was always towards spirit/the heavens/the mythic. Perhaps this dear poem might help to unshackle those who feel condemned by their chart.
Thanks Adam, that’s remarkable. So grateful that despite this witnessing you continue to heed the beautiful call.
I have loved this poem since the moment I found it. When she says ‘towards heaven’ for me it was always towards spirit/the heavens/the mythic. Perhaps this dear poem might help to unshackle those who feel condemned by their chart.
A Prayer
Refuse to fall down
If you cannot refuse to fall down,
refuse to stay down.
If you cannot refuse to stay down,
lift your heart toward heaven,
and like a hungry beggar,
ask that it be filled.
You may be pushed down.
You may be kept from rising.
But no one can keep you from lifting your heart
toward heaven
only you.
It is in the middle of misery
that so much becomes clear.
The one who says nothing good
came of this,
is not yet listening.
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés
medicine for those afflicted by cosmic FUD. Thank you Heather. Great reminder.