Monday, October 22, 2012


My eldest was born in August.
He stood, right on time,
a year later,
toddling into winter
in tiny mutton boots.

By November he insisted
on braving the snowy gravel path
to the car alone.  “I do Mama”.

I trailed his toddling,
wholly focused,
desperate to catch him
before he fell,
bare hands into the cold snow.

Wishing with all of me,
that he’d hold my hand,
allowing me to keep him
upright through the
snow covered obstacles.

My guides say
it’s exactly the same
for them.

In this free will zone
we are welcome to
“I do” it alone.
But guides are trailing
each of us,
focused on offering us help
through the hidden obstacles
of our ego selves and
our old patterns and self judgments.

And like loving parents,
they offer a hand up:
BUT only at your request.

They are eagerly awaiting
your request to
“hold my hand, please.”

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
October 22, 2012

1 comment:

  1. Yes! I love your poetic reminders to keep my feet firmly planted and to ask, simply ASK.