Deer in the Forest

As I lift my camera in the forest, a quiet within me begins to surface

and a deer unthreatened looks my way chewing leaves,

I smile as the deer moves closer, I bow my head to her

in a greeting, do deer smile? our time is short lived…

for when I closed my eyes to lift a prayer,

within a second, she was gone.

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The Wind I Know

The wind I know never leaves this Earth, moving

teaching the mighty oaks to bend, or caressing

the most gentle of all flowers, once

I saw the mountain wind make a man cry,

with his prayers carried throughout the Earth

his broken heart beginning to mend

the wind announced his need in Singapore

and rain fell washing him,

the wind can do all that,

have you seen the wind move?

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In the Wind Swept Valleys

She noticed that in the wind swept valleys, poetry was waiting

some recovery words, a healing stream with phrases

even after the darkness fell, wind would pull her

through as light caught her wing, the good one,

she was never surprised really of how good

it was to come into the light again, or stand

on top of the mountain.

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Blogging Update: April 2022

Writing of peace and renewal, especially in nature, has been such a wonderful blessing to me. I try to share snapshots of time, and feelings as I think of nature and peace. I love writing so thank you so much for reading!

Right now in life I’m happy. That also helps me when I’m writing. Yes, we have struggles, some big and some little, but we not only get by, we can do well internally through the storms. That’s not always easy!

I now post 3 new posts each week, and sometimes a previous post, especially if the blog is slow for that day. I had an English professor once that said 90% of life is just showing up. That’s sort of true, especially in blogging. The more I’m here, the better the blog does.

My post entitled, “I’d Rather Have a Cup of Coffee” was different wasn’t it? That’s more of how I write now. I’m actually a fiction writer dressed up as a poet. And yes I was expecting some readers to not like it. Oh well! I’m too old to worry about that now.

I say/write what I feel strongly about.

I still see no need to retire, do you know why? I have found that I still have something to say. I find that amazing and beautiful!

Thank you again for being here. Have a wonderful spring!

Peace.

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Happy Easter!

Happy Easter everyone! This weekend around the world millions of people are celebrating the risen Christ. New life, and the defeat of death are amazing to think about.

And Happy Passover to all my Jewish friends! You know, without the Passover, today’s celebration of Easter would never have happened. God saved His people from death and pulled them from slavery in a dramatic way.

You see Jesus was Jewish. He grew up Jewish and celebrated Jewish holidays, including Passover! Isn’t that amazing? And the Last Supper was actually a Passover Seder. Did you know that?

I also have a lot of friends here from a number of faiths. I’m so happy to say that, and I’m so glad you’re here. You are a wonderful part of my blog! Thank you!

May each of us enjoy this season of renewal and rebirth. The Earth is becoming new again!

Peace and wonderful blessings to each of you.

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I’d Rather Have a Cup of Coffee

I’d rather have a cup of coffee with a transgender woman…. than with any extremist on the right, most likely she won’t even own a gun let alone an AR15….. she hates violence of any type,

and since she studies history, we could talk about the constitution…. “assault rifles are not in there…” she continues, “do you realize how long it takes to reload a musket?”

She’s getting her PhD next year, but she tears up, reaches for a tissue from her purse because children aren’t being taught about the pain of racism, “slavery really did happen…. we need to acknowledge our pain, so we can heal”…. I shake my head yes,

when I mention the radical left, she laughs saying, “I’m more of a John McCain myself…..you see how people assume?” …. She mentions the only radicals she knows are in a musty old basement on the east side of Brooklyn, university students writing their manifesto….. “by the way, they have no guns,” she quickly adds,

“I think people just want Grandma to have her electricity on, to have heat in the winter, and some decent food to eat…. instead of dog food out of a can…. is that so terrible?” No not at all, not even one bit, “that’s not radical…. that’s being human,” I add. “Exactly!” she says.

Yes, I’m sure I could have an amazing conversation with a transgender woman….. but not with an extremist, from the right.

What time does Starbucks close?

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Wholeness

Life from the earth once frozen reinforces we are loved,

yet I wonder, isn’t there redemption

in each season? a way

for us to discover who

we really are, and

who we were always

meant to be, to find

that place, that space of the heart

that speaks

of wholeness

that we’ve always dreamed about,

and have always needed.

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