A heart warming moment of repose, beauty, nature, life and love
is wrenched from us all.
A high squeal, tires left on pavement, metal crunches, silence.
Immediately we commune, check in.
Shall we run to the scene? Oh God. Safely remain and ignore?
We run, fear clenching our guts. What will we find? Dread, shock, hearts beating, alone.
Children. There are children. Screaming.
Eyes and hearts scanning, quickly, quickly.
One sits by the road, pulled to safety by Grandfather.
The other remains in the twisted wreck with Grandmother.
Three women converge on the little girl.
We hold a cocoon of love.
Love and presence slowly swirls,
comforting, supporting, warming, caring,
expanding, gathering in.
She is not alone.
Men check on us as they slowly, slowly, remove twisted metal.
We are not alone.
Silent glances of love, support, comfort, caring all around.
Presence, grounding, shock, shaking,
Cocooning with love.
The helicopter view of love’s warmth amidst the chaos.
So scary, so beautiful to embrace.
Later, much later, soul sisters pray.
We dance, we move the energy through.
We give thanks for the love that exists in each moment.