The Sun Shines On

The sun shines on,

Even in the darkest of times.

Lighting the path,

Illuminating the shadows

We wait for you,

We welcome you,

We are blessed that you choose us.

I open my heart to the possibility of you,

That spark of potential nestled into the dark, quiet recesses of my being.

Waiting and growing.
Trying not to think of not seeing you soon.  Meeting the spirits who have chosen us,

even after all these long years of waiting.  We have learned and made changes.

So that we can do even better by you.

No longer will our meetings be only in dreams.

Soon my arms will be filled with your writhing, screaming perfect little body.

At my breast you will be nourished as I share my very being with you.

We come together to worship the fertile soil, the Mati Zera Zymlia from which we are nourished.
As the fertile soil is renewed in the spring.  As flowers and fruits

begin to proliferate, so too does the womb in which you grow.

The living blood in my veins, used not just by one, but which now sustains us all for a time.

That secret time between us.

The space when you are unknown even to me.

The time when others begin to notice,

To start to wonder who you are.

So many names you already have; inspired, teacher.

Trial maker, for what we have been through in the waiting time is nothing compared to what is yet to come.  And with a love filled heart, we look forward to all the experiences and lessons you offer.

You are loved and always have been.

During the days when my heart felt ripped from its cage and crushed

With the seemingly over whelming, all consuming pain at having lost you again.

The realization that you were only visiting, not here to stay.

Through the nights when we cried together, mourning you.

There will be other times even after we meet, when tears of sadness are shed,
 yet there will also be the joy filled tears.

Watching your adventures and explorations.

The light illuminates even the darkest of spaces.

Slowly the pieces shift, that which appeared to be and was immovable is never truly permanent.

Not always with the desired speed, the transformation occurs.

There is a crack in the glacier

And urgent movements, the weight of sorrow falls

Revealing vulnerable new surfaces.

Not marred with pain and loss

Free to feel love, joy

To know the divine bliss completely.

In healing,

Amanda Hochman, N.D.