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In the Depths of My Heart

My friends if you were to look into the depths of my heart you would find my faith in God (which has been renewed lately), a deep and amazing love for my wife, love for the rest of my family, and the heart of a writer. I do love to write, and in some ways it’s who I am.

Yet it seems to me that blogging is less popular than it was. I’m going by current trends on my site and some others as well. Photography blogs still tend to do amazingly well, yet many bloggers are loaded to the gills with social media. There are so many platforms now, it’s simply amazing!

And yet I’m not on any of them. There’s nothing wrong with social media, and that’s not my point anyway. It’s just that people are a lot busier than they were say, 3 years ago, or even last year. Some of my readers are part time, which is much different than when I started.

And now we are all streaming videos a whole lot more! What’s you’re favorite show? I lean towards science fiction. Anyway, now we are yet pulled in that direction too, with less time for blogging.

I really appreciate each of you!

I’m going to ignore trends for days of the week, and simply post on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and maybe a quick photo on Sunday. That’s plenty for me. The heck with stats. My posts will be a little different too, with more fiction mixed in,

Remember my post the “Interpretation“? I loved writing that!

Thank you so much for reading!

When Peace Calls

When peace calls speaking of healing, will our hearts be listening,

seeking

her beauty?

Winter Valentine

Ambivalent to ice outside encasing the winter beauty,

we awaken

staring into each other’s faces,

hands reach, gentling caressing hair

and a smile begins spreading

from her face to mine,

then a twinkle

it is after all,

Valentine’s Day.

Writer’s Light

As I write this, light dances through the window over my shoulder with shadows from the shades and pine trees moving across the wall. I realize I write a lot about these pine trees, and the red maples, oaks and poplar trees, as if there is a strength hidden.

I hold the hawks close to my heart, or it could be, just that one that likes to fly close to me, at eye level. It can see it now in a larger sense that courage takes wing and sometimes leaves a feather as a souvenir of victory. Sharing more than light, and clearly defining my true self.

The sun is now moving a little closer to the horizon, as I squint…..closing the shade.

His Hawk Heard the Prayer

From a distance his hawk heard the prayer, strong wings just in time lifting,

carrying his heartsong

into the heavens.

Strange Things

I know it’s strange to hear from me this time of day but some strange things are happening. First I have felt pulled, or actually drawn to particular faith based topics. This has not happened in many years!

Yet, I find myself searching, meaning spiritually. This is very unusual.

I won’t bore you with details, but I will say I can’t stand most churches. Ok that’s out now. Tradition and liturgy are ok though.

I have no inclination to write anything political, and fiction is out of the question, because I’m still recovering from the fall that occurred almost 3 weeks ago!

Add to that I have dealt with chronic pain for the past several years, and lately it has been real bad. So bad in fact, I’ve actually thought about not blogging anymore. Weird!

And when I think of that, I always, I mean always, have a poem stirring within my spirit. What? Is writing a calling?

And the Vietnamese angel Henry Vu is so tied up now in Washington D.C. trying to protect our democracy, he may never be available to visit with us.

Gosh, so many strange things……. and yet there is always the dawn.

Seasonal Peace

Seasonal peace carrying our prayers, our hopes and dreams,

sometimes through a light snow

or even in a holiday bow,

drawing us closer into our own humanity

and even filling us

with a brighter vision,

that yes maybe we do have a future,

after all.

Note: I’m on a one day blogging break, except for 1 scheduled. Peace to you.

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.

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.

Sunlight Gently Brushes the Leaves

Peaceflow moves silently through our beings

as sunlight gently brushes the leaves,

affirming who we are,

yet calming our minds,

refreshing our spirits

and restoring,

our vision.

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