Upon the Renewal

 

Get well. 

  Become          Full of Life. 

      Invigorate yourself in the explorations you have upon your fingertips. 

  Realize the stormy days will pass. 

    Process the darkness that petrudes 

        From all the depths you buried in attempts to hollow out. 

  Lay with it. 

   Sit with it. 

        Bellow in the music that displays your portrayals. 

  Find therapy in the perfect television series, 

      For the perfect moment. 

Cry. Cry when it comes up. When it leaks from your fragile vessel...

  and know the strength it takes 

     To cathartically be vulnerable. 

Once passed through....

   The emotion, 

      Or the write, 

You will find a portal of transmutation already 

    Seized 

By the mere act 

   Of surrendering during storms' hailing. 

It is so much. 

  We all know. 

But if you are weakened and frightened and gestated in too much thought....

  Then calm. 

     Find your ocean.  Visit the shore. 

          Place your bare feet upon the earth, 

             And roam. 

Dare you, even pray. 

  Find a voice you can speak to God with. 

      And ask "Him" the questions of your heart. 

If you can, 

  Take a bath. 

Set the candlelight.  Create the time as sanctuary.  Salt your bath. 

   Oil it of medicinals. 

Set a sound bath, 

   Even if only frequency played. 

Sometimes it may be chant. It may be prayer. It may be guidance, or a meditation that beckons. 

  Find the sound that soothes your soul. 

      In that water, 

  Make of yourself a vibration. An intention set....

Then sit in it....emptying your mind of all else, 

     And surrender within it. 

A Holy Baptism. 

Life....

   It is a daily ritual. 

A ritual of release, and surrender, and creations in new intentions proceeding

  Filling thus the voids you have aided cleansed. 

This is a practice of the way. 

   To fill the voids where once our trauma was stored , 

       To fill them now of new creations-

       Once the old traumatic stories, 

            Have been purged from their anchors 

                  in our bodies. 

It also, happenstantually, coincides with the cycles of the moon, 

   A timeline of cyclic reliability 

       That has never

           Once 

             Disappointed. 

So you may want to honor the moon cycles, 

     As your own. 

And if not a bath, 

   Cleanse your soul 

        As you shower. 

As you bask in the sun. 

As you write. 

  Pick up again 

The invigorations that once gave you excitement; 

  Something to work towards. 

Something to live for. 

  We may all be dying....

But the none of us are quite dead yet. 

  So reset. 

For this is a time of renewal. 

  And this time...

       Is your time.