Lebanon snowglobe

My Lebanon snow globe with a cedar in the middle. It's fun to touch and fiddle.
In my therapy sessions, the children marvel at how the snow falls, it has a soothing visual;
I thought it was common for it to be intriguing...and I was glad about the new addition to my shelf.
Yet, I was struck by the little girl who was coming out of a session from across the hall, and spotted the globe from a far. She didn't hesitate to ask if she could see the globe up close; I agreed and she gave it a good shake.

The snow began to fall, and she was in awe. I realized: the tickling take was more than the snow globe's value. It's more than a memory frozen in a statue-
It's a connection from past to present; my 2 heart loves that meet to represent: the life I felt I lost, but it really lives; with the life I once had to trade...
Both lives of passion and compassion
Didn't actually disappear or fade
There, they linger, together
In a link
Right before me in a simple shake...And as quick as...
a blink
I'm not in fact giving up but living up-
To my call
Where compassion gives way in a session
Hearts are healed...
And encouraged.
My significance and purpose since my first breath. It's recognizable and familiar because it is the pulse that beats inside of me.
It's permission to be.
It encompasses
My all
Part of my identity
A call
Ah, I can breathe again- out a sigh
Of relief
As I get up and repeat
"Let the heart compass direct, lives to intersect,
And the snow to fall".