angel 19Dian, one of our kindred spirits, sent me this message and I wanted to pass it on to you. Carla Jo was facing breast cancer, choosing to receive no treatment and focus on the time she had left. A brave soul, with wings now…

“I was thinking about Carla Jo tonight and thought I’d check her site and see how she was doing. Sadly it looks as if she passed May 11th. I found this poem on her site and thought it was quite beautiful. Funny I feel as if I lost a friend and we never met I just read her story as a member of this community. Sounds as if she was a wonderful person.”

The Journey
by David Whyte

Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

small, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving.

You are arriving.

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