Shedding My Skin

Shedding my skin,

I arrive in a new form –

more tender

more translucent

than before…

It is always hard to

shed one’s skin…

To shed what is known,

what is comfortable and routine.

It is not something I voluntarily seek…

It asks me to be brave

in the face of suffering…

It asks me to have faith

and trust in the process…

Faith in the belief that all things will pass…

That all is as it is meant to be.

That all -every circumstance, every person, every thing

that enters my life

can be, and is, an Act of Grace –

if I should choose to see it this way.

Yes, I need a clarity of vision

when I am lost

in this fog of uncertainty and unknowing…

I swallow hard and dive

Repeating my mantra

“Trust in the process

All will be well”.

So for a time I am hidden

while I am shedding my skin.

And in the secret darkness,

a transformation happens…

I lose what is not needed anymore

Exposing the under layer that lies closer to my soul,

closer to the love-light in me…

closer to that which is luminous in me.

I shed my skin

and emerge.

Surrender My Will – Music&Lyrics – Suzette Herft

Begin Again

Make a mistake

And begin again

 Take a wrong turn

And begin again

Always… to pick myself up

And begin again.


I can’t think of how many times

I’ve had to begin again…


I begin again…

Even when I’d rather give up…

I begin again

Even whilst crying myself to a mess of self-pity…

I begin again

Even when I want to stop trying and give up the fight…

I begin again

Even when I want to choose death

‘cause I don’t know how to breathe through the pain of living…


In me… always the incessant voice –

Begin Again….

The Universe will catch you….

Your soul will show you the path…

Begin Again.


All I need to do to begin again

Is to take the first step…

Step by step…

All I need is the desire to

Begin Again.


And so today

I begin again.


The Path to Beauty

It has been a long and arduous journey…
A journey of walking through darkness
Walking through the narrow thorny way..
I have despaired at times – 
Given up.
Sat on the floor – lost!
Sobbing hard
Blinded by my pain, blinded by my tears
But the light called me on.
I don’t know how,
But I got up
again and again – 
I walked with the pebble of Sorrow in my shoe.
I walked and walked…
I carried Grief
like a heavy pack on my back.
I didn’t know the road…
But I put one foot in front of the other.
I found a resting place or two
along the way…
A Japanese Bathhouse…
The healing hands of a masseuse…
Breaking down the hardening of my shell…
I didn’t want to get hard
I wanted my heart to stay soft.
Though I wept more not less
I chose to keep my heart of flesh.
I got to know my darkness.
And after awhile
I was not afraid of the dark.
I learnt to see in the dark.
I saw my shadows.
I learnt that I had to carry
my darkness with my light.
The two are one
Integrated, I am whole.
I am ready now
to walk again.
To begin my own ‘Camino’…
To take the pebble out from my shoe..
To swap my heavy pack for a lighter day pack..
I trust completely in the Path…
It will lead me –
And I will follow.
Because of the darkness
I have become the light.
I hold both together – in me.