Anemone

Anemone.

Seldom seen, glowing along the ocean floor, the anemone is a watery blossom. It is white lace opening under tons of black, opening as if bathed in sun, while so far from the sun.

This is the trick to staying well, isn’t it: to feel the sun even in the dark. To not loose the truth of things when they are out of view. To grow just the same. To know there is still water even when we are thirsty. To know there is still peace, even when we are suffering. None of this invalidates our pain, but only strengthen our way back into the light.

I close my eyes and feel the fact of the sun, it will be there when I can feel again. I inhale deeply through the part of my heart that is closed and feel the fact of love. It will be there when I can feel again.

I breathe slowly through the fact of myself that I doubt and feel the fact of of life. it will there when I can open my spirit, as I did when I was born.

Christina W. Raccuia