Homecoming

Und kurz nachdem ich den letzten Post fertig geschrieben hatte, drückt mir meine Yogalehrerin Bex liebevoll diese Zeilen in die Hand…

And the Great Mother said:

„Come my child and give me all that you are. I am not afraid of your strength and darkness, of your fear and pain. Give me your tears. They will be rushing rivers and roaring oceans. Give me your rage. It will erupt into my molten volcanoes and rolling thunder. Give me your tired spirit. I will lay it to rest in my soft meadows. Give me your hope and dreams. I will plant a field of sunflowers and arch rainbows in the sky. You are not too much for me. My arms and heart welcome your true fullness. There is room in my world for all of you, all that you are.I will cradle you in the boughs of my ancient redwoods and the valleys of my gentle rolling hills. My soft winds will sing you lullabies and soothe your burdened heart. Release your deep pain. You are not alienated you have never been alone.“

Homecoming, by Linda Reuther