Back From The Ledge
in praise of Kildare's Kindly Light
You are the Balance You are the Bridge Healer at the Hearth Keeper at the Hedge The One Whose Light Leads me back from the ledge You are the Soul Sweeper Clearing the dust That I may see Descaling the rust That I may move free Holding the Holy In-Between Spirit Glowing Gold Earth Growing Green
I would wish you a warm hello, but in most places where my friends and few readers dwell, it's plenty warm enough already. So, just plain hello, I suppose. While I have been writing daily since the end of May, I have not been inclined to put anything "out there". Out There is honestly not my cup of tea. My cup of tea is, well, a cup of tea. Sipped slowly; In Here, preferably surrounded by trees. I think I can feel selfish for sharing when I don't seem to have much capacity at all for engaging online. Sort of like baking something for the potluck and stealthily leaving it on the table and scurrying to the car before others begin to arrive. Not that I have ever done that, right? ;-) I keep a Healing Things journal, where I write down helpful quotes, little healing thoughts that come to me, and a list of what I perceive I need less of, and more of in order to be as healthy as possible. My top two entries: Less isolation. More connection. Less powering through. More self-compassion/care Hmmm...One sort of cancels out the other. It's a long list, which I started a few years ago, and truthfully hadn't looked at in quite a while until today. What does any of this have to do with the above poem? Well, my Dear Brigid has recently been gently nudging me into a lighter, healthier, and hopefully happier place in my head, heart, and life. Hard work at any time, but in the context of the times in which we are living, it feels especially challenging. Just slightly shy of impossible, actually. But I am trying. And I am hoping to find the courage and capacity to venture a little further and more frequently, Out There. Which is important, because that's where I meet you; and I think you're wonderful, and beautiful, and worth the effort. Blessings of the Gold and the Green, and the Holy In-Between be with you. ~ Cheryl Anne



I think many or most of us relate to this, darling Cheryl Anne. I tell myself, I need to find excuses to “break bread”, share meals with others. I eat alone too often, I feel.
I love the idea of keeping a healing journal … that’s one I think I could do …
Also so lovely read your words, Cheryl Anne. Hug
I am so happy that Brigid is tending to you my sweet friend. I love your poem and the prose that follows it. Much love and glimmers to you!