Light Bearers

This morning I awoke with the urge to start writing but needed a new journal because the last one was filled on the last day of Mercury in Retrograde. There’s a box in my closet with all my old journals, dating back to my first marriage. That’s how I’m organizing the dates–by my relationship with others. The words are sad mostly, but the writing is tender and beautiful, self-deprecating but hopeful. I have just recently launched Ritual Resonance, a business that feels full circle. I started as a magical being, full of wonder and love, and traveled the world of technology and “not-me” places and people only to return home to my hedge witch cottage nestled and hidden in my heart. I am committed to showing up as a healer even though I’ve resisted it thinking I didn’t deserve the role. But it’s written in the stars, it’s in the stories the Tarot cards expose. So here I am. In one of the journals dated around 2004, I found a copy of a poem. It’s by Danna Faulds written in October 25, 2002. I’m understanding it as a sign that I am facing in the right direction.

Light Bearers

We are light bearers, stewards
of a truth that insists on being
shared despite doubt or fear or
imagined limitation. We spread
the flame by teaching or by growing
still, by daring to be outrageous
and dancing beneath the full moon,
or by holding a friend in need
and taking part in life’s normal
routines. Ths is our message –
there is hope encoded in each
cell, each loving thought, each
time we reach out to one another.
There’s truth that won’t be stopped
by toppling buildings, snipers’
bullets, war clouds on the horizon,
or the inner storms of grief, despair
and insecurity. We are the peace we’ve
been seeking, the peace that stretches
beyond the mind’s need for form or
understanding, the peace for which
each human heart longs. Now is
the time for the light bearers to
offer up the truth of who
and what we really are.