Days pass by. The sun remains covered by ethereal clouds of gray. Cold temperatures negate the ability of walkers to take a winter walk while admiring winter's beauty. I sit watching the snow lessening while leaving patches of earth’s greenery for me to enjoy.
Something nags at my heart. Is it grief, sadness, or both? Is the shadowed sun grasping for a glimpse of spring or the feel of warmth coming from its rays? Where is there a heart healer? At the stroke of morning, a new February Poetry Project prompt is offered by poet/author/educator, Margaret Simon. “Choose a crystal to use as a muse for your poem today”. Like Margaret, I chose a shadorma poem format to write my thoughts.
Crystal Heart Healer-Mango Calcite
I hear tales
of your healing strength
soother of
body, mind,
soul, bringing positives
to my broken heart
©CVarsalona, 2026
It is said that Mangano Calcite uplifts the human heart and body. The next time I am near a jewelry boutique, I shall browse through the crystals to find this one. For the time being, I shall listen to the beautiful, calming song, Restore My Soul, that I found to embellish my one word, "restore".
It's Friday the 13th and the sun finally turns the sky to a positive shade of sunshine rather than this morning's grayish color. I now turn my thoughts to Poetry Friday with the talented and creative poet, Robyn Hood Black, who is hosting today. It looks like it will not be an unlucky day with Robyn at the helm. If you go to Robyn's blog post, you can see some very charming products she creates at 
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Carol, what a great post. You can sense your restless growing through this chapter. I love that you keep persevering through grief and sadness and find comfort in many places. Peace to you. I just looked up the mango calcite, and the colors (a whole range from white to deep orange) look beautiful.
ReplyDeleteDenise, this morning has a bleak sky but the sermons I have heard are awakening. Thank you for the peace of gift you offered.
DeleteThank you, Carol, and wishing you those warming trends. xo
ReplyDeleteThe increasing amount of light in each day (even if seen through clouds) is lifting my heart out of the doldrums. Spring will come. We are still here. Love is strong and poems still flow from fingertips. Sending you light and love.
ReplyDeleteIt's been a busy day, Carol, and finally, I'm reading your words of grief and wanting, yet finding some solace with that sun's peeking out, a beautiful crystal, and music! That's healing, one tiny layer at a time. Hugs and hurrah to you for searching, now with a "crystal" of hope!
ReplyDeleteLinda, I love the way you fill your days in a patient way. Grief and wanting are inside my heart but I hang out to faith and hope to lead me on. Happy Loveuary this month.
Delete"Winter gray waits/patiently..." says it all, Carol. We are captive to Time... which will restore the soul. Thinking of you with a hopeful heart!
ReplyDeleteWatching and waiting as the light slowly increases is a beautiful metaphor for living with sadness and grief, Carol. Sending you hugs and oh-so-much light.
ReplyDeleteKaren, I hold the light you gift inside my heart. Thank you for your comment.
DeleteThank you, as always, Carol, for sharing the deep shimmerings of your heart with us. Wishing you continued healing and light as you journey from winter to spring this year.
ReplyDeleteRobyn, your words are cherished. Today's winter day is a mere gray but there is hope for spring's opening skies to brighten my days.
DeleteIsn't is great that Poetry Friday negates all that unlucky Friday the 13th stuff! It was also a friend's birthday and she had a party, so I was double lucky. I hope it warms up enough where you are for a walk. Your poem is very touching, Carol.
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