Love Beyond All Cost
An Allhallowtide Re-membering
Newly born November Sun Long awaited Wintry One Glinting on A mellow Morning’s frost All Saints And Souls Arrive with You Crystallize the Kiss of Dew Reminding What is True Cannot be lost What has passed In Mercy mourned Through dark And cold Our hearts Are warmed We simple souls To Saints Transformed By Love Beyond All Cost.
A quiet hello from the hearth. It seems my fallow season decided to make an early appearance in the guise of a difficult bout of Covid. Difficult physically and otherwise. I had already decided that I needed a stripped down bare bones sort of wintering, and the complete undoing of my energy and ability to function stepped in to facilitate. With too much time alone with my brain, there has been much pondering and prioritizing. There has not been energy for fresh creativity. My new little living space is a gentle cocoon which is thankfully easy to take care of and is conducive to this season of simple being that seems to be genuinely all I can muster. That’s not a judgement or complaint. It’s more a soft surrender. The tricky part is learning to decompress without becoming depressed. To compassionately allow my knots to be undone. I came across this piece from 2019, and in honor of a beloved friend who recently lost his brother, it feels like an appropriate thing to share here today. I am not sure what, if anything, will follow in this space, as everything within me feels raw and retreated. There are many things I have thought, believed, and written over the course of my life that I am no longer sure of, but the idea that What is True cannot be lost (even if I don’t honestly know what the heck that means!) and that every little thing glinting in the sunlight and buried in the cold, hard ground is inherently sacred; these words still comfort me and keep the flame of wonder flickering in my soul. And so I leave that tender, tenacious little flame flickering here for you, my friends; and I wish you comfort and kindness and all truly good things. In Peace, Cheryl Anne



Blessings and prayers for healing arise my dear Sister 💖🙏✨🌹
Dear Cheryl…I love you all ways and always. May you be wrapped in grace during this season of quieting. ✨💚✨