“We locked up our wisdom into our bones And swallowed the keys They sank in our rivers of blood And we forgot the maps Because we had to forget the mysteries To keep them safe. We wove our hair into brooms And swept over our paths And then burned the earth with our rage We didn’t teach our children It was the only way to protect them, we thought But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys And told them stories and riddles and songs With no roots, just tangled threads That would take years to unwind Just enough time For the rains to fall again and put out the fires For the dams to break For the rivers to flood For the paths to be walked again For the soil to breathe And as the old bones crumble Deep beneath the rubble We find we’ve always had the keys Our stories and our maps Our paths are revealed to some And the seeds grow again The threads are unspun And woven again” ~Amara Bronwyn, Hollow Bones

Leo and Diane Dillon

Art by Leo and Diane Dillon

“If our hearts are ready for anything, we are free to be ourselves. There’s room for the wildness of our animal selves, for passion and play. There’s room for our human selves, for intimacy and understanding, creativity and productivity. There’s room for spirit, for the light of awareness to suffuse our moments. The Tibetans describe this confidence to be who we are as ‘the lion’s roar.'” ~ Tara Brach, True Refuge

Artwork by Dan May
Art by Dan May

“May we have the courage to take the step Into the unknown that beckons us; Trust that a richer life awaits us there, That we will lose nothing But what has already died; Feel the deeper knowing in us sure Of all that is about to be born beyond The pale frames where we stayed confined, Not realizing how such vacant endurance Was bleaching our soul’s desire.” ~John O’Donohue

Art by NC Wyeth

Art by NC Wyeth