Blue Jays Trust Their Voice

My blue jay messenger

is back in my birdbath.

Just there

within my view.

Hello.

What would you like me to share today, blue jay?

Blue jays

are

fearless messengers

and

invite me to be the same.

Trust the messages

that come through you.

Always

come

as you are.

Their loud

and

piercing call

reminds me

to not change

who I am

for the world.

Speak from the place

beneath thought

and

beneath fear.

Speak

where truth

resides.

A place where

words and messages

are

not rushed,

not forced,

but come

slow,

soft,

quiet,

and

are present

on the breath.

A

place

from the

depth,

where the

light gathers

before being

birthed

into

words.

I pause

between

breaths,

softening

the edges,

where what was

heavy

and

required

unknotting...

what

has been

tight...

asking

it to loosen

its

grip.

Trust

what I feel

before I share.

Holding

a message

until it has

softened.

I learned early

to listen,

to feel

and to wait

for the truth

to mature

and ripen

before

I spoke.

In the silence

and the

pause

I chose

discernment.

Some

thought

I was

late to

speaking.

Perhaps,

the

truth is...

I was

early

to

listening.

I chose

to hold

feelings

with

tenderness

and love

softening

with kindness

what I felt

before I shared...

when

the pain

in

the world

wanted

to be

answered

in

hardness.

I chose

differently.

I speak

and

write

when

enough

light

has

gathered

to bless

the

words and

messages

for whomever

receives

them.

I wait

for the

light

to gather

and

speak

when it's

full.

I bless

the messages

that arrive.

Light first

words after.

Aho