Dear Self

Dear Self,

You awoke this morning to find
A note, a card, a greeting
Not in pencil or pen or type,
But in word, in life, in meaning
You stretched out your arms 
Opened morning eyes 
You put feet on the ground, and listened 

Your year has carried weight and substance 
In people, in time, in joy
Your heart was open, and your mind, too 
Taking moments of softness to flow with gusts 
Of talk, ample work, and yet, 
Slumber

Because you listened 
You heard the cry of a tired mind, and answered:
Find plenty and give, to the chapped, cracked and shattered 
Find peace, and it will be yours
Find joy, and share it

Much love, Vivi