Throughout life, she walks gently,

so she can treat all of life with reverence,

and take off her shoes in the presence of

Our Holy Mother’s creatures and sacred woods,

and twigs and rocks,

and feel the earth on her bare feet,

and right up into her soul.

Throughout her life, she walks with humility,

rarely in anger, she moves lightly, often joyfully

through the days, and gives thanks for every single one.

She is ever grateful for life’s many gifts –  a spider’s web,

a full moon, a cup of hot chocolate, the tracks of  of a mouse

in the snow, the creative spark, for love, a snail’s crawl, for a donkey’s whisper, for a rock that glistened in the sun, the soft kiss

of the wind.

I can’t walk so gently,

I sometimes feel so cold and lost around her,

a shadow of darkness in the light

but  one of the gifts she gives thanks for is me,

a gift of life all of its own.

For her, life is a rich journey, a miracle that never ceases,

the chance for wonder.

That is how she walks gently through life.