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THE GIFT by Jill Lublin

I wrote this poem at a workshop with an aboriginal leader…

 …and with another amazing shaman near Brisbane Australia.  We were sent to sit in nature and reflect and this is what came forth. 

'Tree Meditation' by Catherine L. Schweig

The Gift

The tree was burnt and charred like parts of me
And yet so Alive like all of me
The tree is me and I am the tree
As I sat with my back against it even in its death It totally supported me in my life it was not dead it stood Alive

Mother Earth is your seat.
She is solid under you and you stand tall on her
And grandfather spirit came into me. "I know he said that you had no grandparents I am here"
" I know he said that you had no mother yet Mother Earth is here"
You shall walk upon the earth as teacher as student as lover as friend
As rain we shall be your tears
As sun we will be your heart
As blue sky we shall be your happiness
As clouds we will float you on heavens door
And yet you will walk upon the earth he said as one spirit and as many spirits and we shall be with you
Then The fly came by and walked up and down my leg and reminded me to spread my wings and fly




Jill Lublin is an international speaker on the topics of Radical Influence, Publicity, Networking and referrals.   She is the author of 3 Best Selling books including Get Noticed...Get Referral” (McGraw Hill) and co-author of Guerrilla Publicity (Adams Media) and Networking Magic (Morgan James).  Jill is a master strategist on how to position your business for more profitability and more visibility in the marketplace.  She is CEO of a strategic consulting firm and has over 20 years experience working with over 100,000 people plus national and international media.  Jill teaches Crash Course in Publicity as both live events and live webinars and consults and speaks all over the world. Connect with Jill via her website here,  LinkedinTwitter, or Facebook. 

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