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COME LET ME HEAL YOU by Anita Neilson

The restorative powers of Mother Nature are formidable…

The coast has always been a favorite place of mine to rejuvenate my flagging spirit. I grew up in a coastal town with two beaches—one busy and touristy, the other wild and deserted. You can guess which one I preferred!  

When writing poetry, my first instinct is to immerse myself fully in the feeling and then the words flow! In this poem I have tried to convey the sensations of the salt air on your face, sand in your mouth, between your toes and fingers, hair wild and unkempt in the wind; the feeling of expansiveness, of being just a small cog in the whole Universe of Oneness, of such enormity; the feeling of being nurtured, cared for, never alone. The natural world gives us so much.

I am now mostly housebound due to illness and am no longer able to access those quiet, wild places in nature, so I often take a few moments and re-visit a favorite place in my mind’s eye.  For example, I may recall a beautiful garden or beach from a past holiday, engage my senses and try to remember the smells, the sights and the positive feelings these induced in me.  I stay with this peaceful, happy memory for a few more moments before returning to my daily life, feeling refreshed and renewed.  Wonderful!
EvgenyYorobe Photography 


Come Let Me Heal You
by Anita Neilson

Come let me heal you
She whispers in the breeze
Let the salt air renew you
And the soft sand imbue your
Flagging spirit with life.

Come walk beside me
She beckons in my ear
Let the wind take your ails
And each thoughtful footstep
Erase all your ills.

Come invigorate your cells
In the freshness of my realm
And temper your heartbeat in the
Rhythm of my waves.

Come let me heal you
Breathe in and out
Come let me heal you
Look within and without
Come let me heal you
Renew you, uplift you
Come let me heal you
My Beloved Child of Light.
EvgenyYorobe Photography 




Anita Neilson is a Writer, Spiritual Poet and Blogger. A graduate in languages, she travelled, lived and worked in Europe before a career in teaching in Scotland.  She has M.E. and Fibromyalgia and is now a self-employed writer.  She lives in Ayrshire, in the west of Scotland, with her husband and two dogs. For more information, visit her blog ‘Healing Words’: Facebook Page; and FB Closed Group ‘Acts of Kindness from your Armchair’. Her debut book, "Acts of Kindness from your Armchair", will be published in 2017 by Ayni Books. 




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