Posted by: Mother Wintermoon | January 5, 2008

Between Living and Dying

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Her tears run down her cheeks
Into her mouth, choking her speech
Writhing in her world of pain
Drowning in a sea of shame
Bound up in forced compliance
Existing in a prison of silence
Struggling to get out
Strangled by their yoke of doubt
I knit her a shawl of healing
Afraid of what she’s feeling
I watch her flailing blindly
Struggling to find me
I kindle a holy spark
To guide her through the dark
I hear her parched voice crying
From the veil between living and dying
I send her a shower of loVe
To quench her gently from above
I see a faint glimmer of hope
Cross the face I long to stroke
I reach out eagerly to draw her nearer
and feel my fingers touch the mirror

Mother Wintermoon
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You are a talented writer Medicine Woman!

By: Hawk on January 5, 2008
at 9:07 pm

dear Mother Wintermoon…i am so happy to hear you reach out to draw her nearer…soon that glimmer of hope shall become a blazing fire! love gail

By: gailalexander on January 5, 2008
at 9:25 pm

Why thank you Hawk!! Much obliged, my fine feathered friend.

Dear gail, I wrote this when I first began my journey to truth and healing. I’ve been fanning the sacred embers over the years and the flame is glowing strongly now…refusing to be extinguished. Your heart is a true treasure to behold. Thank you for all you give, all you are, and all you do! LoVefully, MW

By: Mother Wintermoon on January 6, 2008
at 12:54 am

i am extremly happy to hear this Mother Wintermoon…all of it, love gail

By: gailalexander on January 6, 2008
at 4:54 am

Dear One

The flame is devouring the darkness
revealing to all…
that the image in the mirror
is the reflection….of the Divine.

By: gypsy-heart on January 6, 2008
at 5:02 am

(((gail)))

Beautiful, (((gypsy heart)))! I loVe it.

This dialogue, this rapport we’re all experiencing, reminds me of something I wrote when I first started blogging, called “Candle Souls.”

Between Living and Dying was my first dawning of awareness on the existence of my candle soul and my determination to keep it kindled, despite those that repeatedly tried to smother it.

By: Mother Wintermoon on January 6, 2008
at 6:52 pm

i find this particualr blogshpere to be just this Mother Wintermoon, many candle souls creating this peacefull illumination…very joyful and delightful

By: gailalexander on January 6, 2008
at 7:27 pm

I’m covered in goose bumps after reading this wonderful poem.
another of your wonderful sites MW, which I haven’t visited cause I didn’t know about it.

to reach out, to touch, to acess someone’s soul,and it to be your own, then recovery can only follow.
pxx

By: pradapixie on January 6, 2008
at 8:53 pm

Yes, dear gail, that is what I want to express. I feel the united glow of our candle souls radiating, comforting, and strengthening. When one is flickering, I feel we are each here to help relight it. Thank you!!

Oops. I did change the post title for a minute, but liked the previous better! If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!

Thank you, dear px, for your loVing, healing words. This poem still makes me cry, because I remember feeling like that. Like the living dead…like my heart, my soul, my life force, was trapped inside a slow painful death. It was a long crawl out. I’m glad you know about this little cove now!

By: Mother Wintermoon on January 6, 2008
at 9:12 pm

Oh, Dear Mother Wintermoon!

Your poem has put words to this past year of pain, confustion & struggle of my life! It has been like nothing less that a life/ death struggle for my very soul. I am sometimes still in the death struggling to heal the horrible wounds that undermined my entire existance with lies, deceit and betrayals. I seek to re-connect with my long silent, wild woman and to howl with the wolves, once again as I did as a young child.

You have given me courage today when I so sorely need it. I too will continue to fan the embers of the sacred flame as I strive to find the soul teaching in the CHAOS of my life today. My vision of the future keeps me holding tight to my inner truths while some have called me selfish. I will no longer willingly be one of the Living Dead, for I choose to FLY.

THANK YOU, MOTHER WINTERMOON!!

By: blazintrails on January 7, 2008
at 1:45 am

blazintrails, thank you for being here. I embrace you on your healing journey and I’m here to help fan the embers into the sacred flame. I was shoved into the abyss of the living dead and crawled my way out, on bloodied hands and knees. At first I could not fly.

When the caterpillar is reborn and first emerges as a new being in the form of a butterfly, its delicate wings are wet, crinkly, and uninflated. She cannot fly. To make them strong enough to fly, the butterfly hangs upside down to dry her wings, pump blood into them, and inflate them. I don’t recommend hanging upside down :), but I feel like the process of metamorphosis and preparing our wings to fly is a metaphor for the healing process of an abuse survivor.

My next post, by Rumi, will be just for you! Hold on tight and prepare your wings to fly. You are Divine! Keep on blazin’ trails! With LoVe, MW

By: Mother Wintermoon on January 7, 2008
at 4:47 pm

This piece is powerful. I see your usage of words and love the beauty they create. Namaste to you Mother Moon…Namaste to you

By: enreal on January 18, 2008
at 3:54 pm

Thank you abundantly enreal. This work is a large part of me. Namaste, Mamma Moon

By: Mother Wintermoon on January 19, 2008
at 12:13 pm

Wow! I realized you were talking about yourself but the last line really struck me. This is quite touching.

Austin of Sundrip

By: Austin on February 15, 2008
at 9:06 pm

This is a wonderful, powerful poem and message. Thanks for letting me include it in the Feb. BLOG CARNIVAL AGAINST CHILD ABUSE, which is now up at my blog. Won’t you come by and take a ride?

By: marj aka thriver on February 15, 2008
at 9:48 pm

Thank you moonshowers and moonbeams of loVe, Enreal, Austin, and Marj!

Marj, I’m grateful the blog carnival exists. I will stop for a visit very soon!

By: Mother Wintermoon on February 17, 2008
at 2:32 pm

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