Love after love
BY DEREK WALCOTT
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
This poem resonates with me and the life that I have created; it's a beautiful life--full and rich--but one that can swallow me up if I don't pay attention. I have created a lot of things to take care of, so to take a moment to turn my thoughts to ME? Ah, that's powerful...and necessary.
I ground and anchor with my essential oils. I touch my finger to the top of the Arborvitae bottle and then to the Melissa (these are strong oils, so I don't want much). Arborvitae is the oil of Divine grace and Melissa is the oil of Light. I place my fingertips to my forehead, then rub my hands together. I cover my face with my hands and breathe in the Divine Light.
I love again this stranger and I feast on my life.
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