Walking with the Shadows

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A twig snaps under my foot, as I stop in mid-stride

a crow drops noisily on a large branch,

bouncing, looking, inspecting

my progress, while I let my foot down

gently. I stand remembering

the First People,

Crow, they were called

and that chief,

named Standing Bear. Shadows

moving through the trees,

leaving only feathers –

the crow hides quietly

this time on a taller branch,

perhaps there was a ghost

brushing

against the ferns.

I start walking again, silently

with shadows blending.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Celebrating You!

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Well I’ve been blogging for 3 years now and I wanted to say thank you, to all of you!

Every one of you is an amazing artist/photographer/writer! I wish I could follow each one.

And I am so happy with the diversity here. My readers include, Jews, Christians, Muslims, Hindus, Sikhs, Buddhists and those with no particular faith! Yes!

That is the way I have designed it. I want many groups of people to feel welcomed here.

I’m having a wonderful time, in spite of a number of obstacles. So I will keep writing poetry, and viewing your work.

Peace to you, and thank you so much!

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 Let’s rock!

Writing and Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Rivers, Wings, and Locomotives

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Blogging is a locomotive. There is tremendous power in the force of our blogging engines, and in our steam. But sometimes we can be caught up, in that strength, that speed, and it needs to slow down. For me, I was beginning to lose a sense of who I was.

Whatever it is I’m doing now, with the balance of life and blogging, it’s working for me. To be honest I have no idea how I did so much in the past. I’m not a professional blogger.

And yet, writing is a river. We can let it flow through us, and in us. For me it is something I was meant to do, I guess you could say in a sense it is a type of calling, not in a weird way, but I just know it.

But the most important part of us is our wings. We soar so beautifully because we were meant to. You don’t think you soar? Yep, you do – we each have a spirit.

So my locomotive is still there, and running smoothly at the correct speed. While I thank God for the river He has given me, I can sense my wingspan expanding. I can now walk with joy, and confidence.

Thank you for being on this journey with me. Peace.

     

Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

A Deeper Sense of Who I Am

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When things happen in our lives, including horrible things, we can spend our time in turmoil wondering why, or we can seek a new direction. I’m going to be honest here, the last 10 years or so have been the most difficult of my life. I say that only as an explanation, not as a request for sympathy, that I have cut back on blogging.

I love writing, that’s no secret, so I will push forward, in an effort to be positive. One of the hardest things for us to do, when times are difficult, is to feel loved. I know what that is like, and for men we are vulnerable in any number of ways, when life throws stones at us. That’s one of the reasons my wife and I are so close. We talk a lot.

I’m not interested in folding inward so I can protect myself, but I am going deeper in my spiritual life. I’m reading a lot more now. I have a stack of books just waiting for me, even more on my list! I am praying more, and searching for a much deeper spiritual life.

And I still enjoy photography. And yes I promise to share my photos here with you!

I will post here once a day, on most days, but I have a peace about maybe even skipping a day if it happens. And you know what? I have this new idea for Ancient Skies, perhaps, once in a while, posting a poem with no photograph, just the words. What??? No photo?

Thank you for your understanding! And thank you for being on this journey with me.

I wish you peace.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies