chills in truth expressed

layers revealing
wisdom of light in shadow
divine understanding

connected within
by essence and form
to both
land and ancestry

the known and


finding strength
to know
life’s centre

through and by
the mystery of life

we meet
our selves
and each other”

Ruth Roberts

inspired by the movie Legends of Cambria

We Are All With You

know that you carry the wounds
of our ancestors within

speaking for those who have left us
their voices beaten down
discredited and destroyed
by this world

have gratitude and
be empowered young women

now you
have a voice being heard

feel the strength of
acknowledgement and community

reverberate in everyone’s right
to be seen and believed

we are all with you

Ruth Roberts

Eulogy Prayer for my Mom – 48 years later


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On June 9, 1960, at the age of twenty-eight, Ruth Roberts’ mother died in a tragic accident that made front page in the national newspapers. Ruth and her sibling were with their mother that day and were severely injured in the accident.

This eulogy and prayer describe a place Ruth came to after many years of struggle, feeling broken and finally healing.

When her father was dying in 2006, Ruth spent significant time with him the week before he died and was present through his passing. This was precious time together, when love superseded all else and dissolved lifelong wounds.

Not yet feeling complete, Ruth yearned for a way back to her faith. She found herself driving over three thousand miles to a Contemplative Prayer retreat in Dove Creek, Colorado, where with the support, patience and understanding of its spiritual director, Ruth reunited in a new relationship with God.

On June 9, 2008, forty-eight years after her loss, the director created and provided a beautiful ceremony to honour Ruth’s mother, for which Ruth wrote the following eulogy. 

One Year

One Year

since my little sister passed through
to the next dimension


my heart still aches

and my ears still yearn
to hear the sound of your voice

I miss embracing you
honouring you
in this embodied journey

when I wear something you envisioned
and brought into form

when I look at a picture you drew
hanging framed on my wall

witness to
the beauty
of all your creations

A sister intimacy

no one else can ever know
the impact of our ‘roles’
within the broken familial structure

we each survived

no one  can ever
understand our perceptions

who we were
who we have become
as a result of our history

I long to share more of
the “what’s new” in our lives
while appreciating
our individual evolving wisdoms

your unique presence
a gift in my life

love you always sis


R.A. Roberts

I am Now

I am now
part of the lineage

dancing free
from form

moving with delight

unfettered by patterns
created by
family tree wounds

the broken branches
left behind


with joy

a determined struggle
to be in form and healing

an odd paradox
wouldn’t you say?

Ruth Roberts

The Butterfly

The Butterfly

I am cocooning
spending much of my time pondering questions
arising from inside

listening to my body-mind responses
recognizing their connections

being in presence

 attuning with understanding
to each  emotion  wound  loss
noticing when that is easy
and difficult  to do

 dancing with living death
noting when there is nothing left to do or stay

 I turn towards essence
waiting until I can arrive
resting in its comfort.

After a time
I  can open
my new wings
to life

Dedicated  to my sister Lynn Roberts
June 14, 1963 – August 24, 2016

by Ruth Roberts August 31, 2016