MY HEART RISES by Carolyn Riker

Transitions are passages. Change is inevitable and with it ample opportunities are provided to grow…

Each passage presents different obstacles. During times of tremendous transition, I retreat to my garden. She is patiently waiting for me and teaches me the cyclical patterns of life: quiet dormancy, budding rebirth, vibrant growth and eminent death.

The solace of nature has always been consistent and readily available with wisdom. It is one of the few places I exchange my thoughts freely as I listen to the birds, share the air with the trees, and retreat into a meditation of trust.

I wrote this poem early one morning as autumn is now nipping at the edges of my sleeves. My thoughts were quietly infused with peacefulness and her steady hand led me home.

My Heart Rises

Mist gracefully shrouds

the morning sun

fragments of dreams

still hum

a cadence of light rain

the footsteps of faeries

mystically stills my heart

enchanting prayers

offered in this sacred space

of solitude

I peacefully breathe

the cool damp air

as it teases and

dances through the trees

a playful exchange

of wind.

sunlight sees the shadows

memories cleansed

by the morning dew

a hazy world

of seeing the past

stepping into new

grateful

as I watch

my heart

rise with the sun.

Carolyn Riker is an elementary teacher, mental health counselor, writer and a poet who finds comfort and balance in her kids, nature, music and her sweet cat Copper. She can be seen sipping soy lattes, nibbling on dark chocolate or savoring a full-bodied red wine. Introspective, forthright, kind and compassionate, she intertwines life with yoga, meditating and learning about Vedic Astrology and Ayurveda. She also writes for Elephant Journal and Rebelle Society. Carolyn can be reached via her e-mail address carolynra7@hotmail.com or on facebook here.

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