\I was just 16 when my younger sister caught me in a lie leaving me so embarrassed that on the spot I knew that I would forever tell the truth.  And from that moment on, I became a truth teller.  I alibied  others or as my sister said, made excuses for  them, but was hard on myself.

It was at this time that I fell in love with Shakespeare and memorized his work in parts; ‘it must follow as  the night the day that thou cannot be false to any man’. 

So, flirting with  this last decade of a hundred years, with health problems surfacing daily it seems coupled with the previous White House resident not familiar with truth telling has left me feeling it has been a hard go of it this time.  If I  did not  have my journals reminding me indeed this lifetime since my early thirties  has been lived through, I would question my place in it.

Always wondering the why of everything while decluttering, I came upon this poem needing daylight again.  It is a Cosmic Acknowledgement and a warm hug.  I bask in it.  Thank you and Amen.

Be Still . . . 

Be still, this too shall pass
and let me tell you why.

The blue waters you take for granted
may dry up,
and the grass beneath your feet
will crunch like your
breakfast cereal.

You may not live to see
another  snowfall you have grown to love.
You may not see your sensate world
covering its sins
with the damask cloth
used on holy occasions.
But this too shall pass.

The faces of your private world
you have grown to cherish
will disappear from view.
You will miss their nearness
and will go looking  to fill
the void they leave.

But I tell you this too shall pass.

For when you realize that I
would take nothing from you
without giving something back,
I know you have learned your lesson well.

In its place  will be
a knowing that in another world
what you  have earned
can never pass away.

That is my gift to you.