Another poem from dear Ms. Emily …
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I’ve nothing else — to bring, You know —
So I keep bringing These —
Just as the Night keeps fetching stars
To our familiar eyes —
Maybe, we shouldn’t mind them —
Unless they didn’t come —
Then — maybe, it would puzzle us
To find our way Home —
~~~ Emily Dickinson
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What is the unique gift within? What do I bring into the world to each person who might intersect the path I travel? With whom do I interact? What little offering do I make that seems small and insignificant, my love and caring minuscule among the grander gestures. And yet, if I cannot find my own way home without them … maybe someone else would be confused, too, without one of the pebbles I’ve placed in my travels to give a glimmer of hope and guidance? We navigate by different stars among the billions that surround us every night dark and inviting, the Grand Gesture is in the lead perhaps but how boring it would be without all the others to inspire and delight us along the way! Without myriad stars, a placid journey would ensue to a single destination without detour or adventure or the background painted luminous into rapture upon raised faces!
“I keep bringing These” … these reflections, ideas, stories, visions, healing remedies.
Maybe they are someone else’s “way Home,” too?
… I bring quiet, contentment, caring, sanctuary, depth.
Maybe they are someone else’s “way Home,” too?
… I bring giggles, sweets, slowness, smiles.
Maybe they are someone else’s “way Home,” too?
… I bring gratitude, devotion, creativity, kindness.
Maybe they are someone else’s “way Home,” too?
… I bring stillness, song, slumber, realization.
Maybe they are someone else’s “way Home,” too?
… I bring sacred space, perspective, joy, respect.
Maybe they are someone else’s “way Home,” too?
… I bring earth, water, fire, air, space.
Maybe they are someone else’s “way Home,” too?
… I bring listening, empathy, exploration, curiosity, conversation.
Maybe they are someone else’s “way Home,” too?
I often use someone else’s stars to find my way home.
Maybe These will help someone find their way home?
Stars in a cosmic womb to which we return Home again and again.
The womb is Home and the stars guide our way like fireflies, smiling encouragement with their familiarity.
Each of us is a star to another, to others, sometimes few, sometimes many.
Keep twinkling even if you’re not the North Star!