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.

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

The Colors Will Speak to Us

Within our survival, our wordflow can shift and change,

leaving us with a thin layer of grey,

yet the colors will speak to us….

calling forth that ancient mystery,

of poets pulling down inspiration,

from the sky.

Hope brightens

with the morning sun.

      

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Hopeful

As if a single strand, or a string of filtered light,

a small piece

pushing away the darkness

could actually save us….

we always look up,

sooner or later don’t we?

We were made to be hopeful…..

I’m sure of it.

    

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Such a Beautiful Healing

Our hearts were never meant to be broken,

over and over again

our love fractured,

and yet spring

is such a beautiful healing,

moving us forward

each year

repairing our spirits.

    

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On Eagle’s Wings

A poem is a prayer, sent on eagle’s wings

to encourage

and strengthen us.

And our words will lift us

carrying

our spirits, above and beyond.

     

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The Sweet Quiet River

They say the sands of time will erase our scars,

but the sweet quiet river is a healing

internal, flowing in the letting go,

and in the knowing

we are loved.

     

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The Baking of Bread

In the winter, bread baking means three things at our place,

that we are all home together, the festival of lights is near,

and that there is joy in celebrating,

the gift of light.

        

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image unknown artist via google

Especially Down By the Lake

We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,

and sometimes, when we close our eyes, I can see the fog

drifting quietly over the water, as if there is a voice

and the vacant trees are witnesses

as we take off our gloves

to hold

each other’s hand.

      

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No Victory Without Love

As racism surges forward, may we all run with the wind

have the courage of lions, fight with the strength we’ve been given

and always use the armor and weapons of love.

There is no victory 

without love.

      

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image credit to original artist/s via google

Eagles in the Mirror

And our wings were never meant for taking us through the flames and the wreckage,

coated with gold, they were meant to give us courage, but only

if we believe, there are eagles in the mirror.

      

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