Listening to the Water

Listening, as I drift over the water…. my spirit knows where it was born from and yet I reach

into and across the blue, lit by the sun, free from damaged wings and what used to be

I can see so clearly now and the space has been made for blending

my wordflow shaping who I am now, with words.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Spring Meditation

Peace draws close to a quiet heart,

a heart willing

to listen

and receive.

What is your spirit telling you?

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Note: I will be taking a blogging break, to work on some projects.

I will be reading your beautiful posts again on Wednesday.

I’ll be sharing some previous work all this week, until Friday.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

Releasing Her Heart Song

Her mystery, her very own essence rolling through the waves, and the release of her heart song ascending through the ocean air,

but would he hear her calling, even in the neglect of his own spirit? still grasping for that mountaintop as if he could see into the history forming.

Would he hear her calling from the depths of her desperation?

Would he hear her voice?

Poetry and Image, Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Note: This is experimental.

Follow Your Heart

I write of peace, of nature, healing, discovery, renewal, of God being in the woods. There is spirit and wings, for each of us I think. A quiet heart seeking.

Yet within each of us there are different rivers, sources of inspiration. For example I love writing fiction. Did you know I had a fiction blog at one point?

And with yesterday’s post about the Capitol riot you saw yet another river from my heart. If I had the time (and I don’t) I could start a blog offering political analysis and commentary.

And yes each post can be a risk, if we push the boundaries of where we were. For “Flags and Banners” I was already expecting a much lower response. It’s the nature of that type of post.

And that’s ok.

So my point is – explore who you are as a writer, as an artist. Take chances, discover the new……and most of all……follow your heart.

Peace.

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How I Shape Shifted

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It was a matter of the light of course, I could see more clearly the beauty of our world,

and the value of people so different than I am….amazing colors and heartsongs.

So it was no surprise when I let the shifting begin, I was saying no to so many cultural ideas of doctrines,

and drama…saying no to people blinded by their own ideas, prejudice in so many ways, running through their blood. My own heartsong changed over time.

And that’s really how I became more accepting of people, although certain codes will always be true,

I’m different from who I was, a more benevolent spirit I guess, with a few swirls of silver now.

Hoping and wishing, everyone finds their own wings….and who they truly are.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Wildflowers Calling Forth the Sun

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We are made from many streams, aren’t we? pieces of a larger river twisting

through open fields, our lives as a meadow thirsting, for nourishment, with wildflowers….

calling forth the sun, to the mud on the shoreline, we sense, we learn our direction,

becoming the very grain we dream about, and allowing the wind to gently move

through us, in the fields.

          

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: This may sound mystical but it’s actually about our hearts and whatever faith life we have.

Winds Changing

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In that day when warfare is the ruler, the sovereign thief

stealing, destroying what we do know,

our spirits will often lead us

into winds changing,

pulling us into the kingdom of blue skies,

into something new,

a sense of a spring forest

exploring, restoring and changing

who we are.

Not the wiser,

maybe not even stronger,

yet a new creation

in love with a sense of living…..

the journey

of a new adventure.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: It’s ok if our faith changes due to the ruins of our lives. It’s really ok, and a very real part…… of our survival. It is ok.