Moment 1
Deep in the hole I have nested for myself wrapped in a pain I do not understand
Layers of anger and despair form a crust around me.
Each new hurt glazed over the old.
My eyes see only vaguely through the translucent shell. My brain struggles for meaning.

I am a wild animal going to ground to heal her wounds – maybe to die, maybe to live another day, maybe to see the sunlight and feel the rain.
It is a mystery where this will lead.
A mystery I cannot contemplate wrapped in my crusted layers, nested in my hole.

Moment 7
She is coming Home to herself. Her Self.
She’s left the light on, the Door unlocked.
She doesn’t know when she will arrive.
All she can do is wait; so she waits.

All Creation waits for one more Soul to come Home.

Moment 17 – A Walk With the Wind
Wind is Spirit moving.

Today – restless, brisk, impatient
Bending limbs, rushing through leaves and grasses,
On its way to only it knows where.

It waits at the bridge as if tapping its foot for me to catch up.
Then, as I approach, it slams off again
On a path of Mystery shaking the tops of the Trees.

The wind carries a message I cannot apprehend. Is it lost to me?
Or will I dream it tonight and put the whole world right?