Polish Your Heart

Not unexpectedly my father died

And his spirit ascended to the heavens

Imagine his surprise as he collected his wings

And assembled with the angels

for his next assignment

You must, he was told,

Polish the rust from your heart

Until it shines so brightly

Your loved ones will mistake you

For the brightest star in the sky

With this their way will be lit

By a light that will guide them

Through the tricky bits

Until it is their time

To make this journey home

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I live and work in a beautiful place with a river and beach and the wild west coast. Having grown up without a TV, as a family we read a lot. This lead to me writing a lot which in turn lead to a habit of writing poetry to make sense of my world. My grandmother painted. Lovely oils and water colours which she encouraged me to try. For many years I did very little, life was not conducive to creativity until came a time when life turned on its head and suddenly I found expression in creativity with the Intentional Creativity method taught by Shiloh Sophia McCloud in her Color of Women training. So here I am, writer, artist, ritual maker showing my offerings to the world.

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