Janice Turner Salmon

Tag: write to heal

  • Love

    I am the Love that never dies
    I am She who calls to you from whispers, sound, vibrations of the Heart.
    I come in Dark and Light
    In Strength and Fear
    Do not fade at what comes before you
    Do not bluster or storm
    You are always in my Love
    I am carrying your torch of Light
    To guide a way for you to be open
    Be present
    Be in Teaching
    Of the moment
    Nothing evades you
    Nothing withheld from you
    As all love can be received
    All thanks to Love
    In openness
    Of Divine Love
    Be open
    Be gracious
    Of the Love that never dies

  • The Forest… Part 5…Night..

     

    The fire is a necessity for warm but it plays on the walls and disturbs me. I keep the back of the chair against the wall and my feet up. My breathing is that of a creature in the forest running from a predator. Every rib over extending, aching from back bone circling to breast with a final stab at the sternum. My stomach tightens pulling inwards bringing a secondary duller pain in the core of me. All muscles from feet to throat pulled to contraction even my neck gripped so tight it was painful to swallow.

    The wind, the leaves, the rocking of the branches above the cabin all as if just behind me. I turn sharply. “Nothing, think, think outside not near, it’s all outside not in here. Wind, whistling behind me, not in hear, outside.  I wake an hour or so later. “What happened”? I am tightly wrapped in my blanket, I listen again. Chest tightens, round two begins.