The baby is finding her groove. She seems to like folksy funky stuff. She is such a cool human being. She was working on jewelry this morning. Said she was going to start an Etsy business (if that is the correct spelling). She is good at putting together outfits from the thrift store. So she can be a personal shopper – poet – artist – jewelry maker – vet – travel blogger – and folk singer. It is a big world and she can make her’s like she wants. She is most Groovy! 🙂
Perhaps it is that when one feels washed overboard, afraid, exhausted, and without a raft there is something in the depths of grace for us there. Perhaps the raft is what keeps us from knowing. Blessings, sweetness, and understanding that you are not alone.
Whatever flavor of spirituality that you may tend toward there is a depth and beauty in this. All poetry is metaphor anyway. Hold them lightly or risk their death. Where there is beauty there is the perfume of truth. It resonated with my soul from that place in me that is too deep for words. It allowed me to weep. That is a good gift for a hardened sometimes stupid man like me. 🙂 Maybe my chakra thingy is better for it. Blessings on your quest for the One who is beyond all metaphor.