Carolina Allen:
CLASS OF 1989
San Rafael High SchoolClass of 1989
San rafael, CA
Carolina's Story
Life
I've grown up to be a child like old soul who finds hummingbird nests, helps make fairie houses, still sliding down hand rails, occasionally running, often dancing sort of a kindergarten teacher who laughs in her sleep occasionally but for all that is beautiful and good- ahs found herself ot be single momma - which is good on some levels and on some levels- well- the infinite distant point of NOW - in the great and grand scheme of htings that is an US... well I miss that... but- there's a rhyme and a reason and all will be well-
and I'm happy- more ME than I've ever been- painting every day- growing my children as they grow me at the same time- I've learned somuch from these Mommy years...
and life is good up here in ORegon- If ever somebody wants a tour of Eugene or Oregon- just let me know... I 'd love to hear about everybody... and if anybody has a real true entreprineurial work that I can do from home that is sustainable, doesnt' take a huge investment, that in some way has something to do with dedicated creative artistic types like myself please share... ...Expand for more
and thank you.
I am the I am that You are...
We are allready whole.
We are the inner light of hte lark on the wing
lifting- Born of beauty, rising like Hallelujahs
Into the spring dawn, bringing solace, bearing Peace.
For life is a pure flame within us, Resurrected-
The Wick- the inspiration that culminates
Into a vast exultation and shout
that is heard in every blessed grain of sand...
Every flower newly blown,
every child that comes through shining eyed.
our lives are a ture Chalice of clear water
However old, however dented
It calls... and the water is sweet
and the gold 'neath the tarnish is true.
we are flung by starlight and inexhaustible wonder
To heal and be healed
to love and be loved
and that is enough ...
That is enough
For Hummingbirds and all the light footed
feathered breezes and wind songs of spring
and the animals running....
the stag and the colt
and young deer- and the forest breathes its silences
and you and I hold hands in spite
all the many stars between us shimmering....
and That is enough... for us all
that Is.
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