“My will is to live!” I shouted from the mountaintop, naked in the storm, rain hammering down, thunder shaking the air, lightning striking all around me. “My sincere will is to live! Yet my life is, as always, in Your hands!”

An autumn's healing poem for soul and psyche.

Sitting on a bench behind the summer house I carefully opened the bag I had placed the bird’s body in. There he was, that poor little thing. For a split second, I remembered how I almost had to peel what was left of him off the car, his little heart sticking out very noticeably. I thought for a moment whether I should keep his heart, accept it as a sacred gift. But no. It felt right to bury it with the remains of his body. But I kept his wing. His left wing, which had ...

A Lyrical Healing Piece ~ This is a story drawn from my own life. It traces a thread in my spiritual journey of empowerment, of vulnerability, spirit, and soft strength, moving from the liminal space of healing after acute leukemia toward the threshold of rejoining the world. Told in the third person, I offer it as a companion for those walking their own tender crossings in life, where newness, whether in form or energy, seeks emergence. ~ How was it even possible that she wa