Trust

Recently I was in one of those moods where everything looks very bleak. I noticed that my mind was highlighting evidence for all that was going wrong, would get worse, would confirm all the worst ideas I have ever tried to brush away, the conclusions I have most dreaded. Something along the lines of, we’re all alone, it will never get any better, the darkness wins.

Still my heart was sensing something else.

This is the yield of faith I would say, after many years of finding out again and again and again that the mind is wrong, there are other ways to sense the truth of what’s really happening.

And when there’s a sweet, grassy note to the wind, and sun-colors like honey all around, and a full cloud of breath can be taken, imagined to be fluffy and blueish, with rivers of rainbow and white moving in it, sparkling into my lungs, then I know that two parts of me are saying different things.

When the mind says all is lost, but the body seems to still have a flame burning in it somewhere, a little tail-wag for you, you have a choice of who to believe.

I know, I know. The whole world says the mind is right, the bad news is the truth. But life has her own take on things, if we listen. The heart is organic.

This following song is about the faith to sense into what’s real that we can feel but can’t see. And it’s about the trust that grows over decades, the trust that comes out of loving, being loved, returning to love, trying to love, admitting we love, giving into love, accepting love, appreciating love.

My invitation to you:
What little flickers and signs from the life inside you tell you that things might be better than you ever dreamed up?

See if that Part of you has a song, a poem, a drawing for you, to give you strength and hope today.

With love,

~Holly Mae

Come on little one take the hand I’ve extended out to you

Phantom, I’m not your enemy, and if I’m not your friend, tell me who is?

I’ve known you better than anyone, I’ve known you since you were a sound wave

And now you’re a landscape, my lamb

Think about where this is going, the water that was ice is flowing

Look at how my body’s known

I’m the path that leads out to the gloaming

Come on little strange one out into the range where

you know your song and you know it well, you know it so well you can sing.

Things are not what they seem, in this we agree, you have said this to me many times.

The one is alive in a body of signs, it’s a codex of life-carrying pathways

You know what I mean and you kind of believe me

Think about whether you think I’d lie