The
Seaside
Sparkles of sunshine on the
dew moistened windows,
sprinkles of salt spray leaving
crystals on the
panes,
wind gusting like an energetic,
rambunctious
youngster,
twisting my hair, pelting my skin
with flying
sand grains.
Walking the beach in the
mid-day sun, scuffing
in the sand,
scattered footprints are washed
away by the incoming
tide.
Waves erase the marks that have
marred the coast
of shells,
smoothing the brow of the shore,
it is beauty
glorified.
Divine will is in this place;
peace surrounds
me and calms my heart,
troubles are left to fly on the
wind, or to drown
in the stormy sea.
Divine love is in this place and
comforts me
with breezes smelling of salt
taking my troubles with a mighty
hand, leaving
behind tranquility.
© 1998
Brenda "Rion" Sewell
(Contents)
Wolf
Healings
As I lie curled up in my bed
this evening, trying
to will the pain down into something my mind could handle, I kept
thinking of the warm feelings I felt while reading the list mails this
morning.
Concentrating on relaxing,
breathing too
quickly because of the pain .. my mind began to wander and I soon found
myself in a world of soft fur, wet noses, and warm lickings from
tongues
hanging from jaws of great strength.
Maybe it was the pain coupled
with the pain medications,
but the journey I took in my mind was more restful to me than any time
since my surgery. My mind took me dream walking to a forest glen
of ancient trees, soft fir boughs, and a gentle brook meandering
through
stands of long flowing grasses.
Tucking pillows around my body
to support my back
and my legs to alleviate pain points, I began to imagine not inanimate
pillows, but live warm bodies covered in rich fur of silver, white,
browns,
and grays. The soft breeze that touched my cheeks from an overhead fan
became the close guarding pantings of sister wolves, keeping harm from
my side as I curled with my tail tucked under and my nose against the
furry
hip of another wolf.
The warmth of the mid-day sun
falling across my
bed became hot points of healing light sent to me from miles away. The
healing light searched for not only the physical pains from the
surgery,
but the mental pain from past events.
Maybe this pack of sister wolves
has been what
my mind has been seeking for solace from past wounds. The pain became
bearable
as I lost myself in these thoughts. I was able to relax and at last to
sleep untroubled by pain and content in the knowledge I was no longer
fighting
this mental battle alone.
The support of many sisters
would keep harm from
me as I healed.
Thank you my sisters...
We le lu Rionwolf
© July
1999 Brenda "Rion"
Sewell
