poetry, fiction, nature, culture, compassion, love
I haven’t decided yet if I’m still a river, but in the winter I do seek to write, filled with the winter wind,
with a touch of sparkle glinting off the snow. I reach in, and out at the same time with at least a partial measure of spirit, or try to.
I find writing from the spirit to be more honest, shaping words from what we cannot see. Connecting.
I love writing, so thank you for reading my posts!
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The sky was grey this morning, and I couldn’t find the words anywhere,
until I took the weight off my shoulders,
lifted a prayer
and stopped trying to save the world.
Then my grey sky turned blue,
words landed, took shape
and I could even write a poem
or two.
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Poems and prayers may be etched in stone
yet only after they fill us
held
in our most sacred of spaces,
the human heart,
our spirits within.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
As the winter moves in, just above the trees,
the night sky bends and surrenders
with a shimmer of snow
sparkling in the early daylight.
Another day is formed and planted
as poems whisper
into our dreams,
swirling in our sleep
with snowflakes.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
“We should not judge another person’s story, by the chapter we walk in on.”
Caralyn, from beautybeyondbones.
Too often we judge people, don’t we? with only knowing a small piece of the story.
And for that person it can be absolutely devastating. Some people don’t come back from that type of judgment.
The holiday season is a great time to see the good in people. We can spread a little more joy and love that way!
Let’s have a great holiday season, by not judging others.
Note: Please check out Caralyn’s blog, beautybeyondbones. She has an amazing story of overcoming an eating disorder.
Peace.
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Within our hearts a power we seldom tap into
or reveal, a positive flow of choosing
to be thankful,
changing us
and our world.
What are you thankful for today?
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In our heart of hearts we long for home,
and a sense of belonging
that speaks to us.
Over the next few days, millions of people around my part of the world, will be traveling with the longing for home within them.
The gathering together, the drawing in.
Life is not always about the battles, and scars. It’s also very much about the healing, the joy, the forgiveness, the love and yes belonging.
My wife and I have much to be thankful for.
From our home to yours,
Happy Thanksgiving!
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Note: The photo above is not from our home, but a museum. I’ll be off for the next few days but have a few posts planned. Peace.
