Mom made us all beautiful quilts, and every semester, my friend Nancy spoke to my writing class about how to quilt. She brought quilts made by her grandmother to class. I wrote this poem during one of her lectures. Inspiration strikes when you least expect it!
I Am a Revolution
I wrote this poem on a silent retreat as I was pondering whether to complete master-level training in Reiki. I was wondering if my father, who had passed away, would approve. Though he was a minister, he and my mother did not fully understand my metaphysical side. In this meditation, I was told I would meet my highest guide. Down the path came my dad beaming, so I thought he was my highest guide. But then, he stepped aside.....
Dark Mother will wed this year in August!
Even storms are gifts.