Dandelion Breaths

This has been my morning thus far. It isn’t coincidence the cards and book took me to similar reflections. I’m in a life journey like no other with the loss of Dawn. The cards spoke of seasons, dealing with fear, creating, weaving new from the bits and pieces life presents me with. The book… Happiness, the primary colors so to speak… pleasure, grace, excellence. Learning the journey is the reward, not the impermanence of the mountain top. I am changing. In that change there are textures of light and dark. I’m letting myself feel and not suppress, heal and not deflect. I’m not on an easy path, but it’s the one I’ve been given. As I look out at the trees I love when I do my meditation, I visually watch their metamorphosis of limb and leaf in their journey of seasons.   it is in the cards monday’s tarot reading spoke each day’s a season ©Susie Clevenger 2022

  I scooped white clouds from spoiled blue sky to float a sea gull wind.   For a few moments I felt the breath of eternity, the weightless wink of dreamers.   I was everything in nothing, and nothing in everything, an exhale releasing the storm.   Freedom didn’t tease or ask permission. It just took all of me exactly where I needed to fly.  ©Susie Clevenger 2022 The Sunday Muse #223 This is the blog I have dedicated to the grieving process of losing my daughter, Cynthia Dawn. In this journey there are days of light and dark and thankfully the last few have had more light. I often turn to art as therapy. In fact I call my artistic expression my journal. This week I created art from sticks and beads. When I saw this image from Carrie on the Sunday Muse it inspired me to express through poetry what my art projects did for me this past week.