Funny. I come to bed tomorrow,
ready to collapse but haven't readied
"tomorrow's" post. I scan through to find
drafts, ideas saved for rumination,
thoughts to finish.
"What Illuminates Your Soul?"
just a question, a title, no more —
some thought from some tidbit
saved here since May.
What did it mean then?
I don't know, just a phrase pulling me,
somewhere I needed to wander.
Today it takes me back
from the last few hours'
revising websites, struggling
with technology. Instead,
I relive lunch with Becky
and authors Sioux Roslawski
and Linda O'Connell,
then meeting Justo Herrera.
It reminds me of a story Linda shared,
and brings me back to truth
both that my soul is illuminated
and that working to serve
my best purpose on Earth
is what reveals the light.
Barbara,
ReplyDeleteThank YOU for a wonderful time. I am honored to see my name in your lovely poem. My best to you.