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.

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