Episode Notes

This poem is our last of 2023, and because we didn’t have a submission for today, I wanted to write something that will carry you through the next few weeks.

Many of us are venturing into and/or celebrating various holidays, and this poem offers a reminder—for you and me—that whatever we feel amid this season, is well within its right to need space. The season is rich, but not just with joy.

Here's the full poem, because it's quite short:

Be still love, I’ll say.

When we listen, all will befelt and is okay.

Now feel dearest one,

exactly where you are now.Touch, taste, smell, see, hear.

Even rage, stress, hurt

while the raw rye rises ripe.Even forlorn, lost.

Feel those energies

within the bravest spirit.I believe it’s yours.

When you can’t believe,

hear this spell spoken for two—faith held just for you.

Listen to this week's episode to hear the poem and some comforting notes. If you’d like to share your moment or memory on the podcast, please head to tinyurl.com/bravingthewaves.