Pic credit: Dreamstime freestock; Andre Klopper
Wrapping-up of 2015
So we’ve flown through another year and all ready to bind up the chapters, as we turn the pages and begin the new chapters for another.
Although time is really just a concept and there really isn’t such a thing as time per se, nevertheless it allows for the writing of stories… which makes up what you are.
Each so-called year of the spinning and weaving in its varied and myriad tapestry… life consists of absolutely all facets… the joys, excitement and laughter, but also the tears, pain and perhaps even agony.
Here’s a piece that flowed through a couple of months ago… a gentle reminder that you are life and the many facets of this jewel of you is the glimmering aliveness itself, in whatever and however…
Live and Aliveness
Tis not just glowing welcoming sunrises and caressing sunsets
but also engulfing bush fires and scorching droughts.
Tis not just long-awaited rains that fill the drinking wells
and create drops and puddles that feed the buds and frogs
but also floods that sweep through homes and towns
and violent storms that scourge oceans onto land.
Tis not just scrumptious roasts and wine that we overindulge
but also famished lepers dragging along the streets.
Tis not just exhilaration when twirling with health and vitality
but also sickness that depletes and shudders of imminent death.
Tis not just the laughter and joys of babies
but also screams of anguish in prison walls.
Tis not just drunkenness of lovers deep in enthralling love
but also shredded lacerating wounds of broken hearts.
Tis not just thrills and excitement of new adventures
but also boredom and despair of meaningless routines.
Tis not just majestic mountains of awe
and moonlight shadows of mystery
but also wee tunnels of anthills
and beetles carrying their loads home.
Tis not just meadows of endless blossoms in rainbow hues
with wafting scents of nectar and sweetness
but also stink of rotting dung and dross
from the wastelands of human massacres
Tis not just love, hugs and kisses
but also anger, loneliness and pain.
You are life at its rawest
the whole caboodle and shebang
nothing left out
the tapestry of you
© patsie Nuna Yakone Oct15
In the last months or so I was privileged with the opportunity to travel to the other side of the world to experience the rainforests of Canada, connect with dear friends who are more like family, and also experience the beautiful Aurora borealis in Alaska.
This was what flowed through as I was lifted and absorbed fully into the aurora…
The Aurora Borealis
(Inspired by my experience with the aurora in Fairbanks Alaska)
“The Aurora is an incredible ribbon of moving light across northern and southern skies of the earth, caused by collisions in the earth’s magnetic field between electrically charged particles released from the sun that enter the earth’s atmosphere and collide with gases such as oxygen and nitrogen.”
The sun, the source of non and undefinable-source is also the rays,
also the blending and colluding of the rays and the magnetic field…
also the producing of the dancing ribbons of magical colors and light
sometimes red, purple, green or all
is also the non-aurora
when skies unclear, lenses clouded.
Always moving, never remains, can’t be caught nor fixed
regardless of how exquisitely alluring and stunning it may be…
the amazing beauteous aurora!
We are the sun, the rays, the magnetic field, the dancing ribbons of radiance…
even on clouded lenses of skies…
the aurora borealis.
© patsie Nunavut Yakone Nov15
I hope you enjoy these words and may they somehow touch or speak to your beautiful heart…
With all my love for the approaching festive season of love and gathering, and looking forward to dancing into new chapters for the upcoming year!