A poem for the Summer . . .
We think it maybe W.B. Yeats, "An Image From A Past Life", but it came from a Facebook post.
Slowly, I Return
I lost myself in noise and speed, In chasing things I didn't need. But now I walk a softer lane -
One stitched with peace instead of pain.
I don't arrive in grand display, I show up gently, day by day.
A breath, a step, a choice to stay- That's how I find my healing way.
No need for loud, no need for race, Just learning how to hold my space. And every time I choose to learn, A part of me begins to turn.
From "The PastLife". https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1740473420038759