I climbed inside my soul and sat beside my heart and sang her a lullaby.
I sang with all the love of all the grandmothers through all times.
I sang lamentations and I sang exaltations.
I held my heart like I would hold a newborn, precious, tender, vulnerable, wide open to receiving the love of the universe.
I sang my heart a lullaby and I ask her for her forgiveness for the pain and sorrows that had climbed inside and had hidden from me.
I sang a love song to the child’s heart that came into this world, wide eyed, innocent, longing to be seen, held and loved.
I sang to the old woman’s heart that had endured, that had been betrayed and betrayed, that had loved and lost love.
I sang to the strength of that heart that keeps on beating to the rhythm of the eternal heart beat.
May all sorrows that need to climb their way out of your heart, flow into a river of tears, that gush like a rushing river carving new wrinkles upon your brow, a holy rite of passage, scarification, marking endings, honoring mysteries yet to be born.
May your heart know peace, compassion and love in this New Year. ???
