Whispers

On the breeze

Photo by Katarzyna Kos on Unsplash

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Today I am sharing another piece from I Write. These pieces are from a part of me that was supressed for a long time.

The creative child that lost herself and her self belief. I have reclaimed this part of me and now she is there for all the world to see.

I had today marked as the day I unpause from my sacred break. When I got up this morning even before a little voice whispered “not today”, I knew it was not today. I’ve had bursts of energy and creativity, but parts of me still feel tired, weary and ‘in between’. When you know it’s not in your timeline, you just have to keep listening to the whispers.

Everywhere I go I hear whispers on the breeze.

I hear them in the silence, I hear them in the buzzing and bustle of nature, I hear them in the trees.

I like to think that I can hear what they wish to say,

I like to hope that there is a message for me,

sometimes I stand completely still, so the whisper doesn’t pass me by.

I have caught a whisper on the wing of a bird, it’s sweet voice repeating ‘haven’t you heard?’

I have felt a whisper in the sigh of the rain, as the tiny droplets of water land upon my fingers, ‘you’ve got time’ the small miracles vibrate,

they do not stop, they do not linger.

I have sensed a whisper in the middle of the night, when I’ve woken from a nightmare hands around my throat,

my heart racing, my body dripping with sweat.

“You’re nearly there, don’t give up, there is nothing to regret.”

I have stood in the eye of the storm, the wind whipping around me on all sides,

above the torrid noise I heard a whisper speak my name.

“Louise, remember why you are here, remember why you came.”

I have stood on the beach, on the clifftop, lying in the wild flower meadow,

with the sun casting my shadow as it whispers, “you can’t, you haven’t, you shouldn’t.

“Where do I go from here?” I shout into the void, but I just get back a long echo of nothing.

Instead I crumble, I shiver and shake, I wonder how much more awake I can be.

Until I hear a whisper, which says, “be gentle, be still, be kind with ease and grace, no-one said you were entered into a race,

take time to get to know you, be safe and warm in your own loving embrace.”

Today I listen for whispers from my heart, as I hear it’s thrum, I hear it’s voice say, “it’s time for a new start.

One where you can be seen, one where you can speak, one where you are not alone, one where you can find what you seek,”

“I’ve left so much behind” I whisper into the room,

“You’ve got so much more to come” I answer back, not a whisper, but a vibration that came from within.

I leave the door open and step out into the dawn, there are butterflies and bees, a beam of bright light,

“Today is just for me”, I whisper, “I’ve got this just right”.

Blessings of love and magic,

Louise x

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