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Gratefulness
Get busy, I have so much to learn and express.
Lovely! Thank you. I’ll refer back to this reflection.
Morning’s Measure
Awaken to first thoughts Lay the carpenter’s square Make your mark Be it bold Or light of hand Behold the magic You have drawn Building gratefulness
Raven lands on branch; in unison our heads tilt, he watches me plant.
A curious moment i enjoy remembering. Isn’t that what haiku is: curiosity and wonderment. Thank you for sharing this practice and your insights. It enhanced my life.
Chandelier crystals Capture morning sunrays Rainbows come to life
Mid-afternoon rest, spring’s gentle southern breeze invokes peaceful dreams.
Water the garden I remove last year’s debris— Ready for new growth
Sunrise and sunset Paint supermarket sidewalks— Hydrangea blossoms
Virga’s rain dances High above desert mesas Waiting for monsoons
A shiny object, Promises of sustenance. The lure slowly bobs.
Tai Chi: Morning aches, pop, snap— I gently sway to rhythm, My mind a feather.
No time? Stop! Breathe deep the minute — Time melts
The butterfly has disappeared And now it comes back to me, My wandering mind. — Brother David Steindl-Rast 1. I am there with the butterfly, present though they are but words on a page 2. The fine line between reality and remembering a memory, creating a vision 3. The calm of being in this moment. The joy of having the experience.
Inspired: In spring’s bright promise Blue and pink blooms gently dance from winter’s last sno...
Inspired: In spring’s bright promise Blue and pink blooms gently dance from winter’s last snow
The mountain so high Each footstep carefully placed My pounding heart sings
Stopping to appreciate and learn about the many beautiful creatures on earth lifts my heart. Also the many myths and symbolic meanings that man’s creative mind has dreamt is also fascinating. https://www.dragonfly-site.com/meaning-symbolize.html
The rain poured down This evening A torrential pouring As we stepped out into it On our journey to Angela’s Memorial The Minister said “Rain is taking Angela Directly up to Heaven” Her husband spoke Of how Angela cried out “Turn me back, God” And all the times God Had granted her one More turn But not Sunday He turned her toward Him In the end we stepped out Into a gentl...
The rain poured down This evening A torrential pouring As we stepped out into it On our journey to Angela’s Memorial The Minister said “Rain is taking Angela Directly up to Heaven” Her husband spoke Of how Angela cried out “Turn me back, God” And all the times God Had granted her one More turn But not Sunday He turned her toward Him In the end we stepped out Into a gentle summer’s rain
Loved reading this at Valentines! Much food for thought. Thank you.
Will I have the courage?
https://poets.org/poem/miracles “Miracles” A poem by Walt Whitman
Write about it! Such a wonderful blessing and experience. I had a similar experience when I visited my grandmother’s unmarked grave.
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