Nature is the greatest poetry that speaks to the soul. It bends light and heals the heart. It gives me pleasure to share my meager attempts at capturing the essence of life. Shalom! 😘❤️
Lost 5-7-5
this travel chosen
i am no further along
the friendship broken
Choral Underwood
evening song whispers
sun glints through the forest floor
hawk wing pokes skyward
FOTD Leaf Peepers
Welcome leaf peepers. Thank you Cee’s Photography FOTD challenge for inviting fellow bloggers to participate.
a few guests arrived early
for the time of their life
in bird choral sung mid-flight
their brilliant dignity shone
brightly donned in varied hue
orange leaf would soon be crowned
red danced circles around her friend
who knew to grow strong with might
this was to know fate arrives overnight
and when his bough bent
the other leaves arrived
to neither tether to each other
until the morning dawn arrives.
London Times
Thoughts Unleashed
My life is carved
not into stone
but flesh of my flesh.
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Have you ever solidified and made your intentions known? Writing them down helps. Going a step further and creating a vision board births their reality.
My greatest trouble in life is to stay focused. This is most evident in my writing practice and quilt-making. Heck, even my new found love of painting and felting, and my renewed spiritual life, take a beating from my scattered heart.
I love everything and nothing is outside my attention. Yet, if I am to be successful in my desires, I must align my head and heart. My greatest weakness can be turned into my greatest strength!!
How do you stay focused?
Thoughts Unleashed
Some say it best not to say everything that passes through your mind. And while I agree, I object! Take for instance the risk of keeping the peace versus being known. Walking on eggshells is painful and inhibits personal growth. I need to roam and if my choices disturb you, well guess what I will say!
Sorry. Yeah! My go to phrase when I am feeling bad. So I drink up! Coffee has been known to be both good and bad for your health. Go figure. It certainly has gotten me in trouble before. I wake up to see nothing in the world has changed since the beginning. When will we learn?
So I get on my soapbox and preach. I can be preachy!
That is me in my preachy mood. Pulling up my big girl pants and telling the world how to live. What do I know? Lots. Like I know that love makes joy makes peace. And couldn’t we all use a bit of grace in our lives? Lord knows I forgiven much. So go be happy! I will too.
Magical Moment
Love freely
someone today
sit awhile
starry eyes
dreamy skies
Hands held
boundless waters
ripple hearts
whisper secrets
spread blanket
Love freely
you and I
bound together
dance atop
never stop
Unbroken Circle
(From about a year ago. Oh, how time can change our attitude.)
When boredom sets in
I grind the wheel,
sharpen the blade.
A slice into misery
cleanses the soul of food gone bad.
Cold showers only waken the dead.
Random good thoughts spill
like what is the bird thinking
perched outside my window?
I find myself wishing to set sail
and dream of doing,
while I remove my wings so frail.
It is a slow morning
that i watch the old dog pant
as the embroiled sun bakes the ground.
Did I sell my soul too
afraid to drink the water
and recoil at the company in town?
When Should We Tell
If I could tell you of red
I would sing to you of crimson fire
burning through brush
as my heart pounds joy into flesh.
