Questions worth asking to discover your soul’s answers.
Why is it too often considered wrong to simply watch a field of birds roosting, gathering, scuttling on open browns and withered leaves?
What if it is the right impulse to follow the quality of day that feels like a sepia photograph hung to dry in a darkroom?
What if we make room and let the movie reel click with the uncertainties, the questions, the what ifs, the quality inside the unknown which will lead us on our personal ubiquitous path?
There’s a deep soul structure inside our unknowing and knowing of those questions.
We aren’t alone in our aloneness. Our very cells are connected to something expansive when we let ourselves visit the quiet lands.
Each page is brought to us with a personal message in the synchronicities — those touching moments that taste our tears and feel the shiver of our aliveness. This is our passion.
What if we didn’t abide by what is expected of us and instead ferried through the torments to discover our shadows and fears are our friends and guides?
What wisdom do you hear in the solitary confinement of your darkness?
What spirits arrive and tap on your shoulder to ask, “what starlit night purposes you to see the galaxy to create a new story, a theme, a discovery, an essence of you?”
Let this dreaming space be acceptable because your soul needs the deliberate quality of its silence.
Your exhale is telling. Your shoulders are tied in knots and spell the conflicts in a graphic form that understands there’s so much more to be discovered, untied, released.
And, I wholly believe we each have these lasting gifts sourced from our deeper revealing; a refuge which is a tutelage rivered by generations. For countless reasons there’s an awe in this reflection and once again it brings me tears.
The capacity to know our deeper self is endless even though our lives are finite. Our finite quality turns infinite as we see the stars each night.
So, I ask you please follow the path of your horizon, the flight of your shelter, the warmth or coolness of your desires, the candor of your dreams.
The mistakes, doubts and questions are the doorways and part of the undulating path that is equal within our days of obscurity as well as light.
Carolyn Riker is a poet, writer, author and a licensed mental health therapist. She has two books of poetry: Blue Clouds and This is Love. Her third book of poetry, “My Dear, Love Hasn’t Forgotten You” will be available December 2019. Carolyn is also working on her first novel. In addition to writing, she has a private practice as a highly sensitive mental health therapist. If you would like to read more of her words, follow her on Facebook at Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC or Instagram.