The Sun Walks by Steve Garnaas-Holmes
The sun walk
s through the autumn woods
slowly on her long yellow legs,
notices things, points them out,
reaches down between the grasses
and draws out their color,
touches leaves here and there
and makes them brilliant,
plucks a leaf and drops it,
plucks a leaf and drops it.
All through the woods her light
flutters down, swings down, dances down.
It is not winter that takes these leaves,
not frost that steals them in the night.
She gives them. It’s how she finds her way
down into the black soil,
how she gives her light
to the darkness working beneath.
It is not death
that takes us from this world,
but life that gives us, ripe and golden,
into the next.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Used with Permission
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
It is an era of toughness. We all have to fight for every inch of ground we get, right? We put up shields and take up swords to fight our battles – in the world and in our relationships. People are edgy, short-wired, always on the edge of a fight. Life is hard, trust is very hard to find and we continue to harden against it all. We seem to have forgetten about tenderness.
I don’t know about you, but I need tenderness. I need to give it and I need to feel it – especially from the ones I love the most. Tenderness is not an easy thing to acheive, it takes openess and trust between people to be able to create it. It is special.
So, I am throwing the question to the universe. Any ideas on how we can begin to bring tenderness back into our lives?
It all starts with a choice, right?