She walks softly,
on the green grass,
thinking of the what if’s.

A time for joy,
A time for sorrow,
She recalls.

Vulnerability she has shown to others,
Yet healing is slow for her.

She recalls something that she has read,
some advice given by a woman.

All are part of the one source,
all are sacred.

She muses slowly over what she felt,
Sorrow and empathy She has felt.

She then realised that no one is at fault,
It’s all along a learning experience.

Giggling to herself, she skipped over to the end of the clearing and went into the water.

She calls out to Mother Earth,
and performs a healing spell unto herself.

Gathering the energy that’s left,
She sends the energy outwards-
to others who need it .