Ancient Skies

As the Wind Fills My Wings

When I write of peace and poetry,

my heart is quickened

as the wind fills my wings,

strengthening my wordflow.

I sure do enjoy writing like this, as you probably know! It is my art, but more than that, it is very much who I am…..as I share pieces of my light. My intention is to encourage both you and I.

Please understand though that when I write of overcoming pain and suffering, it doesn’t mean that I am going through anything at the time. Yes, I write from experience, but I do not write as a therapy.

I simply create, often praying about what I should write. And when I do or sometimes even before I even get to that point, the words just flow through me, in varying degrees. That’s how my poems are created, and how I came up with the term “wordflow”. Maybe you write poetry like that too.

As a side note, I haven’t started on the renovations of my site yet, but I will soon! I want it to reflect more of who I am now.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

The Joy of Writing

I don’t know if you can tell but I’m having a great time writing! Isn’t that what writing and creating is all about?

I rarely post on Wednesdays now, but wanted to share an update. Some months ago, I said I was cutting back,

and slowly since then I’ve been posting a little bit more over a period of time. I doubt if I ever get back to once a day. Can you believe I used to post twice a day?

I have no idea how, because life is too busy. Yet 4-5 times a week seems doable. I usually post in the morning.

Rarely will you see one in the late afternoon from me (eastern standard time).

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

Note: The horses above are actually wild horses. I used to ride horses when I was young.

Loving the Smell of Leaves

Walking true to himself and to others,

he found himself in the forest yesterday.

Loving the smell of leaves, moving

beyond the tree bark convinced,

the wind was speaking another language,

perhaps Lakota or even Cheyenne.

And he was amazed

by the leaves

still hanging on.

Discovery.

The Space Between Our Scars

The space between our scars was always meant

to open up the light…..

into our darkened fragments,

never to leave us alone

wondering.

It was always light bending

to make us whole.

Note: Influenced by Rumi but the poem is mine.

Wingspan

The wingspan of our poetry extended

will move us far beyond the fear

we used to know,

with the warrior’s steel

of peace strengthened,

and the quietness of spirit lifting,

we know now,

truly

who we are.

Strength lifted.

Happy Thanksgiving

Well it has been a difficult year, hasn’t it? Maybe the most difficult year in alot of ways.

And yet, looking foward there is alot of good just around the corner. A vaccine is not far away,

so the coronavirus will be dealt with and hopefully eliminated!

In the U.S. we have a newly elected president who can help to right so many of the wrongs of the past.

No American leader should ever support the Confederate flag or monuments. No one. They are symbols of treason and racism.

Anyway the list goes on for the healing we need as a people.

On a personal note, I’m grateful for healthcare so that my wife can receive the treatments she needs.

And that she is still here walking on this earth……with me. Yes we can still be thankful.

May we move forward, looking for and working towards the healing….we all so desperately need!

From our our house to yours……wishing you a happy, safe, healthy, and blessed Thanksgiving!

And I wish you peace.

The Much Greater Love

Our frames will carry the much greater love,

when our spirits are filled

with the quiet solace of peace,

and our bodies and minds

are rested.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Walking in the Late Autumn Light

Strengthened and walking in the late autumn light,

awakens some part of us

deep within,

a knowing perhaps,

an idea dawning

of a tangible wholeness.

In the peace of slowly falling leaves.

Autumn Birds Leaving

A particular gentleness swayed

through the tops of the trees,

in a crisp cold air

whispering,

letting me know

the autumn birds

were leaving.

Where Maple Leaves Touch the Sky

In these mountains, where maple leaves touch the sky

with shadows of hawk wings

stirring my memories

of sunlight

playing in the trees,

peace

usually surrounds me,

lifting me,

to the sky.

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