Fresh each day…inspiration comes
Just wake up, and feel the sun
We rise and fall with all life’s rhythms, for us new life is just a given
So once more round the bend, new life, hope, love – a bit of heaven
Lift your head, your eyes, your heart;
And with this mind, make your new start….
We are bereft and gone forlorn, without song
On a recent trip out West I was amazed to discover we were flying at 65,000 feet above the earth. I remember when 35,000 feet was tops. Now, I was almost in space….how do we see at 65,000 feet – what new perspectives can we gain by rising up beyond the breath of air? The last stanza is my surprise that even at that height. I could see our shadow…
An Ode to the Marches of Life….
To all true and enduring friendships. May they bloom and winter with us perennially….
God Bless the Lighted souls who share their spirits with us here. Distilled in poetry, they lead us fearlessly through the dark into the light within ourselves….
I feel you Air! Breath upon my face! A moment to honor the space of air, the flight of birds, the blessing of spirit…
Do you ever wonder where you go when you sleep? Is the Land of Nod hard to leave? Our innerscape calls us to explore…..
There is hope in the stillness of Winters’s frozen breath….
The moon ringed in arcs of lighted ice while Tungurahua erupted in fire as the winter solstice and the Mayan calendar collided in transmutational energies on December 21st, 2012…