Four Healing Salves | Free Spirit Volume 2013 Issue 6
The soft murmur of a waterfall, the throb of crickets on a warm summer’s eve, dry leaves rustle in an unseen breeze, a child giggles, robins gleefully announce the arrival of spring— so many ways to celebrate the sweet Voice of Life.
Flying feet honor Mother Earth’s boundless generosity, a proud mama guides tiny goslings to safety among the tall reeds, the glistening hummingbird flits from flower to flower— so many ways to reflect the eternal Rhythm of Life.
Ancient mouths speak in stony voices, layers of history echo from deep canyon walls, rings of the old-growth Fir speak of seasonal cycles, grandfather reminisces beside the campfire— so many ways to remember the Meaning of Life.
Dawn forever keeps its breathless promise, snow blankets the sleeping world, clouds tiptoe across an azure sky, the praying mantis waits, thoughts still long enough to feel the heartbeat of The Universe— so many ways to embrace the Circle of Life…