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New Moon Solar Eclipse : A Spiritual Perspective

Spiritual SignificanceGuest Writer
New Moon Solar Eclipse Meaning

Out of all the cosmic forces in the sky, the Moon is one of the most powerful. If the Moon is powerful enough to effect an entire ocean, just think about what it can do to our own bodies and energy, especially since we are made mostly of water.

The Moon holds many mysteries and secrets and as it moves from the New Moon to the Full Moon you may be able to feel the subtle energies playing out in your life. There is nothing subtle about an Eclipse however, and this energy is likely to bring massive changes and a new wave of energy.

Eclipses open a portal into a new energetic pathway, so it is important to take advantage of them when they do arrive.

Earlier this month on February 11, we had a Full Moon Lunar Eclipse, which was all about endings, letting go and clearing out the past. This energy has still been lingering but will shift as the New Moon Solar Eclipse energy takes over.

If Lunar Eclipses are all about endings, Solar Eclipses are all about new beginnings. Whatever emotions or events were stirred earlier this month are likely to melt away and shift in a new direction as February draws to a close.

This Solar Eclipse is the first of the year and is going to set the tone and energy for the months ahead. In fact, whatever energy transpires on this Eclipse is likely to create a theme that will last until the next Solar Eclipse on August 21st.

Energetically, the Universe has been calling on all of us to move through a process of endings. To some extent, we have all been called on by the Universe in different ways to shed the old in order to make way for the new. Perhaps you have even noticed this constant theme of “death and rebirth” through the last 12 months and the breaking away of old thoughts, beliefs and ideas.

The Lunar Eclipse earlier this month was in many ways the tipping point of all of this energy. Lunar Eclipses are always viewed in astrology as being deeply transformative times that can bring abrupt and sudden change. While this is true, there is another side to Eclipses that is important to remember. Eclipses are like the cosmic helping hand of the Universe. Imagine the energy of an Eclipse like a Universal hand that reaches down from the heavens and puts you where you need to be.

This place may not be where you want to be, or may not be where you thought you would end up, but it is definitely where you need to be.

The good thing about Eclipses is that generally you can trust the direction they are guiding you in. Eclipses bring about almost fated events that are part of the cosmic plan and written just for you. Whatever needed to be cleared from your life has likely already started to melt away and perhaps, even through the chaos of it all, you are starting to feel a certain amount of relief.

The New Moon Solar Eclipse on February 26, is definitely going to be something to look forward to. This Eclipse is going to bring a wave of new energy that will help all of us to start looking ahead to the new.

Whatever has been cleared from your life in recent months is now dissipating and the New Moon Solar Eclipse will help you to get an idea of what new chapter lies ahead.

For this reason, the Solar Eclipse is the perfect time to start writing down your hopes, dreams and wishes. The energy for manifesting is going to be extremely high at this time, so definitely use this to your advantage.

When it comes to manifesting however, sometimes it is best to focus on what feelings you want to create for this new chapter, rather than physical or material items. Use this time now in order to get clearer about what you truly want and why you truly want it. Perhaps it is also time to think about what you want to work on and give your attention to for the year ahead.

In the coming weeks, allow the old to be stripped and melted away and start looking ahead into the new.

It has been a long cycle of endings for many of us, but this is now coming to an end and the energy to create the new is now here.

Forever Conscious: Intuitive Astrology

For more details about the Astrological effect of this particular Solar Eclipse I highly recommend The Power Path School of Shamanism Moon Updates.

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How Do I Move Beyond FEAR? : Explore Deeply Sessions {Vlog}

Healing, Life Lessons, VideoChloë Rain

Explore Deeply Session: How to Overcome Your FEAR!

This video is about moving beyond your FEAR, so that you create change in your life and live courageously.  

I encourage you to write me with your questions at chloe@exploredeeply.com or join one of the 21 Day programs to help you clear belief systems that keep you stuck in fear and open you up to receive more love and know your own worthiness.

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That Which is to Give Light Must Endure Burning

Inspiring, Landscape, Photography, NatureChloë Rain
That which is to give Light must endure burning.
— Viktor Frankl

“Don't aim at success. The more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it.

For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one's personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself.

Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it. I want you to listen to what your conscience commands you to do and go on to carry it out to the best of your knowledge.

Then you will live to see that in the long-run—in the long-run, I say!—success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think about it” 

― Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning

 

“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” 

“The attempt to develop a sense of humor and to see things in a humorous light is some kind of a trick learned while mastering the art of living.”

“Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality.

No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him.

By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in him, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized.

Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true.” 


So often, people feel like "there's got to be more to life..."

Maybe it feels like you’re missing out on your potential in life, career, or maybe you haven’t found the right partner in love… 

You need to know that your life purpose exists and who you are serves a greater purpose in this world. 

How do I know about this? 

...from my unique challenges in life, starting from when I almost died in an accident, then later was diagnosed with a debilitating auto-immune disease, and risked every thing I had ever created in order to recover my health and ultimately my happiness. 

I learned teachable techniques that helped me to grow a successful business which serves people around the world, and live a life filled with love, purpose, adventure, and miracles.  

The same techniques I've used to create a life worth living, I have taught to many people who have then become successful in life, love, and career; creative entrepreneurs and award winning artists, and I'd like to teach you how to start finding and restoring your life purpose too. I can promise that you will never look at life the same way again.

Whether you are considering making a life transition and don't know where to begin, or stuck in the same self-defeating patterns year after year, life coaching offers unparalleled results in creating lasting transformation.

Why not set up a free 30 minute consultation to see how this potent form of healing could make a difference in your life? Schedule a Free Consultation Today or Learn More Here.

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To all the Men Who Never Loved Me, Thank You.

Be who you want, Inspiring, Poetry, Rites of Passage, TravelChloë Rain
I guess its funny, this two-fold irony, My greatest victory was my own defeat.
— Roo Panes

Thank you, to all the men who never claimed me.

Thank you, to all the men who never matched me.

Thank you, to all the men who couldn't keep me.

Thank you, to all the men who left me.

Thank you, to all the men who never loved me.

To Each and Every One of You, I Thank You.

I send you blessings.

For you have blessed me with the greatest love of of all time.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have kept searching. I wouldn't have kept looking.

I wouldn't have kept going to the next edge. 

I wouldn't have kept jumping.

I wouldn't have found what I was looking for.

The one I have been seeking since I learned to seek something outside of myself. 

To all of you, your collective loving, your integrated presence across my life's timeline, and your inevitable leaving, has changed me, molded me, burned me, healed me.

You are imprinted on my soul.

I keep searching, looking, seeking, going. The world spins and I try to out spin it.

The smaller the world gets, the faster I want to see it all, feel it all,

BE it all.

Make it ALL,

ONE.


To the one who introduced me to sushi and jade.

Thank you.

To the one who said, I will never love you the way you need to be loved.

And left.

Thank you.

The tragedy of my 30s has become the miracle of my existence."Mutiny!" Cried my breaking heart!

Then Insurgence, Riot, Revolt.

Who's revolution is this anyway? 

And Who is listening to this evolutionary battle cry? and Who is calling for it?

The ONE.

Internal rebellion, radical external alteration.

Complete metamorphosis.

A total SHAKEDOWN.

A total BREAKDOWN.

The ONE.

To the one who introduced me to surfing, and then left me on the beach alone, to contemplate my own bravery. Thank you.

To the one who introduced me to Dubstep and Skrillex and Flux Pavilion with speakers that wanted to break my eardrums, and teased me in close spaces that made me wet with tears of laughter and wanting, You.

Thank you.

"Leave the past behind.

Just walk away.

When it's over and my heartbreaks, and the Cracks begin to show.

Just walk away."

To the one who reintroduced me to orgasm after years of of broken hearted loveless sex, in the absence of trust and loving presence.

You helped bring me back to myself and I wanted to come.I heard, someone within me say clearly and loudly, over all the other ugly voices.I am not damaged goods.

YES. YES. YES. YES. OH MY GOD. YES.

Thank you.

To the ones who never even tried to make me quiver and cum, wow, what you missed.

To the one who could not look me in the eye, as he said Goodbye. Maybe next lifetime. Not this time, kid. 

To the one who picked me up, brought me home, and dared to make me happy. Thank you.

To my superhero in his spiderman underwear, I've got the sun in my heart now. Thank you.

To the one who grabbed my hips and drew me into his mouth and I recalled what if felt like to be wanted. Thank you.

To the one who laid beside me and played Claude Debussy, "Claire de lune", as I closed my eyes, wanting more...

I wished the ticking of time would stop on each piano note and wistfully I wanted that I could stay alive in those notes forevermore. I remembered, then, that feeling alive, is a different quality than writing about being alive.Thank you.

For every time, the words

"I'm not the ONE."

"You are not the ONE."

"I'm sorry we are not meant to be together."

Have been spoken.

Have been written.

To me.

My trembling heart, has grown wings.

and I have taken flight on the trade winds of sobbing storms

My swelling heart grew each time

A greater wingspan, and each time I took a greater leap at the edge of the unknown.

I have taught myself not to clutch and cling on the way down, knowing now that the Coriolis effect will hoist my weeping heart, in the perfection of physics and that unwavering deflection reaction.

And the wind in the valley will catch the beat of my wings, spinning me in new directions.

No longer the downward spiral, but the ascension of emotion, spirit, body, desire.

Integration. Oh, Beautiful Science.

The doldrums are harder to predict. Sometimes I am stuck, my sails depleted, for for many weeks waiting for a proper wind.

I am struck down by the irregular storms and broken by random and periodic emotional squalls, that clear, and leave a vast empty silence in their wake.

Then the LONGING begins to pick up again... and I am propelled forward, by some force greater than myself.

To all the Men, who never loved me, what can I say?

You were not the ONE.

On the mountain top. Temple of the Moon, Cusco, Peru. September 29, 2015.

I am.

I was. I will be. I am.

Again and again and again. I am coming. I am Home. I am wanting. I am. Desire. I am fire. And, I am the ONE. Again and again and again.The greatest love of all time. I am, that I am. For all these things, I am, grateful.

For true happiness is having wings and my greatest victory has been through my own defeat.

Dedicated to THE ONE.

 
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The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
— Carl Jung

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This Much I Do Remember

PoetryGuest Writer
This Much I do Remember Billy Collins

by Billy Collins

It was after dinner.
You were talking to me across the table
about something or other,
a greyhound you had seen that day
or a song you liked,

and I was looking past you
over your bare shoulder
at the three oranges lying
on the kitchen counter
next to the small electric bean grinder,
which was also orange,
and the orange and white cruets for vinegar and oil.

Alll of which converged
into a random still life,
so fastened together by the hasp of color,
and so fixed behind the animated
foreground of your
talking and smiling,
gesturing and pouring wine,
and the camber of you shoulders

that I could feel it being painted within me,
brushed on the wall of my skull,
while the tone of your voice
lifted and fell in its flight,
and the three oranges
remained fixed on the counter
the way that stars are said
to be fixed in the universe.

Then all of the moments of the past
began to line up behind that moment
and all of the moments to come
assembled in front of it in a long row,
giving me reason to believe
that this was a moment I had rescued
from millions that rush out of sight
into a darkness behind the eyes.

Even after I have forgotten what year it is,
my middle name,
and the meaning of money,
I will still carry in my pocket
the small coin of that moment,
minted in the kingdom
that we pace through every day.

 
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Dating in the Modern Age: Let's Not Pretend We Are in Love

Guest Writer, Creative Feature, PoetryElle Farmand
Dating in the Modern Age : Lets not pretend we are in love : Explore Deeply Chloe Rain

In today's culture of hooking up and causal relationships, where the theme, no matter what happens, is "Be cool."  Another perspective:

Let's not. 


Let's not get to know each other. Let's not learn our favorite colors and favorite flowers. Let's not try and comprehend each other's problems. Let's not remember our secrets. Let's not make memories that will last.

Let's not pretend we are in love when we are both far from it.

Let's not make promises. Let's not apologize when we have nothing to offer in return. Let's not make plans for the future. Let's not ask how we feel inside. Let's not ask what we do when we are alone and without each other. Let's not ask if we can trust each other.

Let's not call it making love.

Let's hurt each other because we can't trust anyone.

Let's close our hearts, and only remember the past. Let's forget the future. Let's pollute the present and smoke through it so it all becomes a blur. Let’s hold each other’s hands as we walk to places that aren’t “ours”, where we aren’t recognized or talked about. Let’s walk in silence because our words only waste our breaths.

Let's fuck. Let’s eat and blow, and puff on that last cigarette. Let’s turn the music up so we can’t hear each other. Let’s get high on the weed we spent all our savings on.

Let's see others and not be exclusive. Let's be undefined.

Let’s stay in the dark where no one can see us, touch us, tell us we aren’t right for each other. Let’s stay in the dark under the blanket, above the sheet that covers the bloodstained mattress where other women slept. Let’s stay in the dark where we can lie to each other as we sweat and taste the salt as our lips intertwine.

Let’s shut off the lights so we don’t have to learn each other’s expressions or see the betrayal in each other's eyes. Let’s close our eyes together. Let’s not wake each other so we can slip on our clothes and leave without goodbye. Let’s leave each other behind so we don’t wait with expectation.

Let’s only come back if our bodies tell us to. Let’s not wait for each other, or say if we are coming back, where we left off.

Let’s not call or answer.

Let’s not introduce each other as significant others and couples or boyfriends or girlfriends. Let’s not meet the parents, the friends, the neighbors that see us in and out before midnight and right before dawn.

Let’s not let anyone else know about our lie. Let’s not care about the world we corrupt, the souls we harm, the hearts we break.

Let's just be until the Universe pulls us apart and we inevitably break and return to our lonely selves.

Let’s be, until the skies shatter and the earth falls and the ground beneath us disappears.

Let's be betrayers. Let’s be unbreakable. Let's be lovers. Let's fly together to sinful places where no one can find us.


ELLE | Singer | Writer

Born and raised in Tehran, Iran, Elle is a singer, writer, performer, dancer, and creative. She is an explorer of freedom and artistry. She sings in her mother tongue, Farsi (Persian), French and English. She blends the old with the new, with a sense of nostalgia, but also with love and joy. Growing up, she didn't know she was being raised by a mother whose dream of becoming a singer never became a reality. Years after immigrating to the United States, Elle took up voice lessons and now singing is her passion.

"I come from a country of broken rules, arbitrary rules. A country where guards break into homes and demand answers to the most private matters.

A country of unsolicited interrogations. A country of crushed dreams. A country where women are not allowed to sing."

Today I break silence everyday. I sing in front of strangers, family and friends. I write and speak in an attempt to break the habit of accepting all I was forbidden to do growing up. I sing to free my censored soul, for my mother who wanted to be a singer but was forbidden. I break silence in an attempt to awaken banned dreams and emerging dreams.

"When I am not singing, I write. When I am not writing, I dance. When I am not dancing, I imagine myself a bird and fly."

"ELLE CAN TELL A TRAGIC LOVE STORY WITH A SINGLE NOTE." - INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH RECORDS
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I Don't Remember Who I was Before I Knew You

HealingChloë Rain

When I reflect on my life, a series of events play out, turning points, each seemingly having nothing to do with the other, nothing to do with the time or the place or the decision I made in the moment, to go left or right, to go or to stay a moment longer in the crowd, and yet… 

There they are, inextricable moments in time where my life path crossed some other complete strangers' and in that moment of our meeting our lives would never be the same again. These times seem to come with no warning, no seemingly repeatable system to identify when or where this important event was going to take place.

I’ve read that the way we experience linear time is a false misunderstanding of how things are actually unfolding in our Universe. When we look at time and space and reality from a scientific perspective it appears more likely that everything is happening all at once. 

Strangely, this makes more sense to me when I really think about my life and the way I experience the people, places, and events of my world.  

I call this livingly spherically. It seems to me that my life radiates outward from a single point of origin. I can peer into my past from the center of my life seeing things through the lens of my present wisdom and therefore the way I view my past has changed, and in the same way the experiences I’m having right in this moment are changing my view of the present and my future.

There are people and moments in time, decisions I’ve made (though perhaps not the ones I would have thought), and places I have lived that have changed me at depth… When I peer into the depths of my existence it seems they are at my core.

Upon review of the meaningful encounters of once strangers whose presence in my life changed me forevermore, I can see no real pattern. But I am left with a sense of wonder and awe and total and utter reverence for the random kindnesses of life.  Just when you need it most, it seems that these once unknown people become major characters in your life story. In that moment when you were about to throw in the towel, give up hope, and write everyone in the whole world off, a new character is ushered into the scene and everything changes. 

When I try to go back in time through my memories it becomes difficult, impossible even, to separate who I was just before that moment in time when that person came into my life and who I became immediately upon knowing them. There was a time that I didn’t know that person and so I must have been different then, and yet…

I can’t remember who I was before I knew that person.  

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
— Carl Jung

I can recall where I was when I met that person who changed my life but I can no longer recall who I was before I met them. It seems to me that from the moment of now, I was always to know that person, because without them I wouldn’t be who I am today.

Sometimes these people are just a memory that I carry around with me. I haven’t seen or spoken to the the person in years, decades even, and yet their presence in my life is no less real, no less vivid, no less impactful. Either they left a long time ago, or they’ve been gone from this earth for sometime, or I went away thinking I’d return before too long, only to be irrevocably changed so much so that I never could return to them.

I call up a memory of a friend or a lover and play it out like I was selecting a scene on a DVD. I remember what was said right at that moment, what I was wearing or the smell of baking bread in the air.

There are people who mean so much to me, I couldn’t unravel their existence from the fabric of my life’s time line without creating a kind of gaping black hole that sucks all the light from the surrounding Universes.  

There would be a heavy and inescapable nothingness without them that could not be lightened or filled by anyone other than them.

These people have become a part of me. I couldn’t be me without them.

These are the aftereffects of two spheres intersecting in time, our worlds instantly became different upon encountering each other.

Its these same people, at times in life when I’ve lost faith in myself and humanity, that I can call upon or I can call their image and likeness into my mind and through the sheer affection for their existence in my world, begin to feel hope, again.  

I have wondered, if there was a guarantee to life would I buy it? If the guarantee told you every step along the way before it happened and of the people who would come in and out of your life and how they would change you, would I want to know? Would I want to know if they stay or if they leave?

Would it make me happier, in the end, if life was guaranteed to work out just the way I planned it? Or does it add some worthwhile sweetness to the experience of living, not knowing how it's all going to go?

You don't know how or when you’re going to meet a person, a friend, or the love of your life, who will irreversibly change your world and how you view your past, present, and future for the rest of time, across all previous memories and boundaries of the mind. 

Perhaps this is one of life’s great mysteries that makes life worth living.

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Rapture

PoetryGuest Writer
Girl and Boy in Woods.jpg

by Galway Kinnell

I can feel she has got out of bed. 
That means it is seven a.m.
I have been lying with eyes shut, 
thinking, or possibly dreaming,
of how she might look if, at breakfast, 
I spoke about the hidden place in her
which, to me, is like a soprano's tremolo,
and right then, over toast and bramble jelly,
if such things are possible, she came.
I imagine she would show it while trying to conceal it.
I imagine her hair would fall about her face
and she would become apparently downcast,
as she does at a concert when she is moved.
The hypnopompic play passes, and I open my eyes
and there she is, next to the bed, 
bending to a low drawer, picking over
various small smooth black, white,
and pink items of underwear. She bends
so low her back runs parallel to the earth,
but there is no sway in it, there is little burden, the day has hardly begun.
The two mounds of muscles for walking, leaping, lovemaking,
lift toward the east—what can I say?
Simile is useless; there is nothing like them on earth.
Her breasts fall full; the nipples
are deep pink in the glare shining up through the iron bars
of the gate under the earth where those who could not love
press, wanting to be born again. 
I reach out and take her wrist
and she falls back into bed and at once starts unbuttoning my pajamas. 
Later, when I open my eyes, there she is again, 
rummaging in the same low drawer. 
The clock shows eight. Hmmm. 
With huge, silent effort of great,
mounded muscles the earth has been turning.
She takes a piece of silken cloth
from the drawer and stands up. Under the falls
of hair her face has become quiet and downcast, 
as if she will be, all day among strangers, 
looking down inside herself at our rapture. 

Love Poems for Valentines Day
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How You Can Make Valentine's Day Special Regardless of Your Love Life

Healing, Rituals, Rose Ceremony, VideoChloë Rain

To Fall In Love.

To stay steady and grounded.

To be a force of compassion in the world.

To feel full awake, aware, and alive.

To make good choices.

To be strong, yet gentle.

Today is one of my favorite holidays. Though Valentine's Day has some interesting history and context in our modern world. I've always loved the sentiment of celebrating LOVE and the coming of spring.

I know many people consider this a "Hallmark Holiday" but for me, it has always meant something more than that... as a child of a parent who battled with seasonal depression, the February holiday always seemed to be a happier time than the previous holidays of winter. My mother and I would spend time making Valentines out of colored construction paper, and bedazzled them with red glitter, hearts, and gold ink. She taught me how to make heart shaped cakes by using a round cake pan and cutting the circle in half and baking a square cake pan and fusing them together with homemade icing.

Even as an adult I still enjoy making handmade Valentines and giving them to people I care about and Valentines marks one on my own personal turning points in my  life when I decided that I was going to change my world and learn to let more love in.

Watch the video below to learn why ritual is important in your life & how to make Valentine's Day Special for you regardless of your love life. Plus I share one of my most favorite energetic tools to bring more love into your life!

Use it to feel, receive, and have more LOVE in your life! IN-JOY! 

Why I give an F*&# about Valentine's Day, and maybe why You should, too. Plus a energetic tool to use to feel, receive, and have more love in your life!


St. Valentine's day shares the same date as Lupercalia, a very ancient festival, observed on February 13 through 15 to clear bad spirits and purify, releasing health and fertility.

Lupercalia subsumed Februa, an earlier-origin spring cleansing ritual held on the same date, which gives the month of February (Februarius) its name.

Now is a great time for emotional cleansing as we prepare for spring, sometimes a little help and support can go along way. Join one of these programs today and receive 21 days of daily healing prayer and easy to follow through tips and tools to raise your vibration and welcome in the new.

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I reached down and took your hand...

PoetryGuest Writer
Love Poems for Valentines Day

Two Step

by Benjamin Weinberg

We’re all so busy now
Calendars and inboxes
Clamoring
So connected, linked in,
with an app for every need and
Coordinates for every location,

We have so many ways now
To say so little.

Our landscapes are
Stained reminders
of choices we might have made
stuck to fridge doors
others free float on idle desktop screens
reminding us of where we might be
but some are alive in memory
the other connection

The winter you were two
we were alone,
just us three on the island.

All the houses shuttered tight
blank and empty.

In the snow only our tracks
to the barn
to the woodpile
to the shore and back.

That afternoon we walked through the empty village
Hats pulled down tight
So even the step and crunch of our booted feet
Seemed to echo from far away.

The gulls already hunkered down along the shore.
The crows gone silent deep in their forest gloom.

The last boats already run home
hurrying for the glimmer of the harbor.

At the top of the hill we stopped
to look down across fields
crusted and white with last week's snow
and followed the two lines of footprints
that twisted and wound,
wandering to where we stood.

Just us.

Two figures
one short
one tall.

Above us the light drained
from the darkening sky.

Just a streak remained
just a crack between air and sea
while all around
the coarse snow let go
the light it held
in a soft pale sigh.

The wind dropped out
and the long mutter and chatter of wave on stone
the restless creak of
leaning trees
all hushed now
and there
at the top of the hill
lifted up under the great arch of sky

I reached down
and took your hand again.


BENJAMIN WEINBERG | Writer, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker. South Africa, Maine, Madrid. Read more of his writings and connect with him on Medium.


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