I wanted to share this poem. Not my words but I feel, hope, want to make space for this. From my little held and safe space, of candles and hygge, I am waiting.

by Martha Postlewaite

Do not try and save
 the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize it and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worthy of rescue.

I feel each layer of my life which I stop to consider, my story, my possessions, how I live, and what I then might decide to discard or treasure, is bringing me back to myself. Now I just have to be brave enough to hold that space, without rushing to fill it. Trusting that what comes next will come if I allow it. 



  1. Dear Heather, what the poem and your own words express is quite wise. I am very glad to have stopped by your site this almost wintry evening. xo


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