Jingle Jangle

     

     I have a confession to make. I like to jingle. Some times more than others. I have been wearing bracelets since I took my mother's 2 gold ones at the age of 16. She wore them often when I was in search of magic, so I borrowed hers forever. Now I wear up to 17 on any given hour, and rarely less than 5. Lots of numbers being thrown about I know, but that's another of my favorite subjects for a different day. In the Summer I decorate myself with anklets to enhance my*Jingle Jangle, Here I Am* Cadence. For the last sweltering months I added tiny silver bells to brighten up my song. I frequently find myself listening to the rhythmic notes of my own arrival. It's really quite calming. You would think from the sound of things I like to announce my presence in style, and this is true, but not the real reason behind my musical ways. Perhaps you believe I am trying to hypnotize you into some sort of hazy daze, to lure you to follow my every bidding. Maybe you think I want you to remember me with more than just your eyes and how I make you feel. To elicit a smile only because you first hear the tell tale dingle of my return. I bet you wonder if it's where I keep my super powers, to inspire and delight you long before I even open my mouth to speak. It would be marvelously wonderful if all of this were true, and not just the secondary results from something else quite serious. The reality is, gravity affects me differently on earth. And unless I wear my rings of steel, I may forget to be here in the now, and instead find myself drifting back up to the moon and stars from where I once began.
 In Holy Mindfulness.
Jingle Jangle Dingle
 I am.

~Raven

On a day most Wondrous and New, 

a Beautiful Boy was born into the arms of his Loving Mother. 

His night sky eyes gazed up at her, 

with a Transcendent Peace. 

Only one just arrived from the Spirit World 

could possibly know. 

Smiling down at him, her own softened with joy, 

she held him close,

 and felt his warm breath mix with hers. 

Surrounded by love, he spent his days playing in the sun. 

He learned the stars and the ways of the moon, 

to walk the land in honor. 

His ancestors from all directions, 

watched from beyond, they knew.

This Boy, this Beautiful Boy, 

could not shield himself 

from the woes of the world, 

and the pressing weight of his own shadows. 

This Boy, this Beautiful Boy, 

grew into a strong young man. 

For his friends and family, he showed kindness and courage. 

He shared love, laughter, and waved his fist in the air with bold defiance. 

This Man, this Beautiful Man, 

unable to rise from lasting sorrows. 

This Man, this Beautiful Man, 

could no longer carry the burden of grief. 

And so he chose to leave. 

Now this Mama, this Loving Heartbroken Mama, 

remembers his night sky eyes. 

She knows he is once again filled with a Transcendent Peace. 

Only one just returned to the Spirit World, 

could possibly know.

For Ben,
In Loving Remembrance

~Raven

On a day most Wondrous and New, 

a Beautiful Boy was born into the arms of his Loving Mother. 

His night sky eyes gazed up at her, 

with a Transcendent Peace. 

Only one just arrived from the Spirit World 

could possibly know. 

Smiling down at him, her own softened with joy, 

she held him close,

 and felt his warm breath mix with hers. 

Surrounded by love, he spent his days playing in the sun. 

He learned the stars and the ways of the moon, 

to walk the land in honor. 

His ancestors from all directions, 

watched from beyond, they knew.

This Boy, this Beautiful Boy, 

could not shield himself 

from the woes of the world, 

and the pressing weight of his own shadows. 

This Boy, this Beautiful Boy, 

grew into a strong young man. 

For his friends and family, he showed kindness and courage. 

He shared love, laughter, and waved his fist in the air with bold defiance. 

This Man, this Beautiful Man, 

unable to rise from pressing sorrows. 

This Man, this Beautiful Man, 

could no longer carry the burden of grief. 

And so he chose to leave. 

Now this Mama, this Loving Heartbroken Mama, 

remembers his night sky eyes. 

She knows he is once again filled with a Transcendent Peace. 

Only one just returned to the Spirit World, 

could possibly know.

For Ben, In Loving Remembrance

~Raven