Caregiving is a dance in light
dangling fingers and toes in spaces and places filled with indiscernible chi
ultimately leading to a place we all go . . .
the Light, the Shadow, the Dark, we know not
the caregiver grows in depths of silently knowing . . .
Listening to nature’s way of driving the transition from here to there . . .
gently shown when drugs need to be held at bay ~ and natural herbs invited instead
And as the usher, dim torch in hand, reads the ticket in the dark,
intuition leads on a lightened path,
ascending and descending in small steps 
right to the velvet lodge seat
as the Light grows brighter inside . . .