In these days, this framing of time gathered, our hearts, our beings, need more healing
than in other years. May we always hold onto
the promise of a new year,
the wonder of,
a new beginning.
Happy New Year!
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Waves washing sand, with seashells tumbling, hypnotized by the rhythm, soon I’m dreaming…..of primordial beginnings,
life formed in the green, tinged with blue, in drifting clouds, and volcanic formations….
of ash and lava, so long ago….with the waves boiling, swirling……steam, when the earth was new……wait,
is that a pair of dolphins playing and splashing? I drift back to the planet’s rotation realizing,
love was created too, even for this young pair.
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Realizing we are accepted and loved we put on
the adornment of spring
our spirits lifted, filled
with a sense of yes
the future is yet brighter,
than we had ever imagined.
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Each leaf takes its turn, dancing
in the sunlight, proclaiming
the sweet victory of hope
in the affirmation
of spring.
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Some women don’t allow themselves to be vulnerable anymore,
preferring
to protect themselves
from being wounded again.
Preferring
to build their own light,
to pull down stars
to shape the sun
and begin again.
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In the wildflowers and ferns, summer
reclaims the earth, and embraces
the sun, spreading peace
throughout the forest.
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A ship moving, plowing through the waves
the lifting of her calling, the bay lets go
sails snap to attention
forgetting the anchor,
there is only the horizon,
an ocean waiting
to receive her with
benevolent
waves.
A time of freedom
and expectation.
Another week is beginning. Are you ready for the open sea?
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
The cultural eyes of the tribe lay dormant until the end was near
each warrior hid their souls, their true selves, until the abomination had ended,
the women kept their secrets hidden, holding them close until the right time.
But once the wars to end all wars had ceased, the people came alive again with joyful hearts,
as they waited for the earth to reclaim her kingdom, it was time they said,
to be alive, and allow their children to be reborn, to live in green meadows,
loving the old ways, and for their people to be a people once more.
All the wars were over now, even the sky called a truce
with the people, and there was freedom
for each one. The earth rejoiced.
Note: Influenced by First Nations/Native American writings
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Rivers Renewed 