Trusting My Wise Woman
Stirring in the tenuous
moment of possibility.
The day begins.
My time of hope –
What to do?
Where to begin
on this new day – this new dawn?
Shall I run? Shall I sing?
Shall I skip through my day,
filled with joy?
Time to move.
Only I can choose how to begin.
Only I can create the story of my day –
of my life.
Only I can fill it with laughter and love –
wonder and heart-stirring music.
Only I can choose my way forward
knowing that it is my journey home
to the truth of who I was born to be –
to the me my soul has always known.
To know my truth, I must trust
my wise woman whose voice
comes in whispers.
I need only stop, breathe
and listen and honour her words to me.
It is as simple as that.