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THE RADIANCE OF CHANGE by Sarah Carlson

The Radiance of Change
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As the currents of my being
become more fully free,
more often I have prolonged
 moments of dropping into 
my own validity.
Time and time again
congestion caused by 
bygone perplexities unwinds
and allows for novelty
and liberation.
Rooted in rightness,
this involves a purposeful 
willingness to let go.
I can’t change what was,
only my reactions to what 
is right in front of me.
Recognizing the possibility 
of old patterns pulling me astray,
I can choose to rely upon
bedrock of excavated truths
to discover a new way through.
Lovingly, tenderly
I wrap my arms around 
all I’ve been,
all I am,
and all I have left to be.
I encourage the freedom of unfettering,
nurture the power of presence and
embrace the radiance of change.
There is beauty in me
right here, right now.
More and more I feel safe 
to let it reflect and refract
into the light of day.

Photography by Larissa Beniaminova

Sarah Carlson has many pieces to her whole, as most of us do. Those pieces include: mother, teacher, daughter, friend, widow, sister, skier, bicyclist, hiker, coach, drummer, and poet. Sarah lives in the western foothills of Maine where opportunities to make connections amid the splendor of the rivers, lakes and mountains are plentiful. She began writing and combining her poetry with photographs of her experiences in the natural world as part of healing from the sudden loss of her husband, Barry. More of her poetry can be seen on her blog here. Her book, The Radiance of Change, (found here) can be purchased on line through the independent bookstore in her hometown of Farmington, Maine. 

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  1. Great meeting you at amc tonight .. i bailed on the talk ...tired and too lazy to trek across in the cold. Looking forward to ypur book!
    Terri

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    1. It was great to meet you, too! I hope you've been enjoying the book. Sarah

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