Blue Skies

Ice heart crystallized ~
Melted when the sun of hope
Parts clouds of despair

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Frozen Souls

 

Sadness permeates

Frozen winter souls

A warm thaw of hope

Melts the core ~

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Farewell

Farewell Bend

Farewell Bend (Photo credit: Katherine H)

  “Just as there is no small hello, there is no small goodbye. Every goodbye holds the seed of a new and fruitful greeting….A goodbye is a meaningful and vital ritual.” – Donald Altman, Author of “one minute mindfulness”

As I prepare to say goodbye to 2013 in a couple of days, I mourn the passing of another year, but celebrate the *verity that I get a brand new one to try on. Every year is a roller coaster ride—sometimes the downs give the ups a run for their money—but that just tests our **mettle I guess. Sometimes my mettle is steadfast, sometimes it bends, and sometimes it breaks. I am looking forward to a little less mettle testing in 2014.

Read my horoscope today in the National Post and apparently I am going to be a force to contend with except in March, April and May of 2014—so watch out world. I am not a big believer in horoscopes, but neither do I ignore them. I read the horoscopes for myself and my husband and sons, and there were some pretty big coincidences in them that make me wonder if there is something to it. I never discount the magical or the mystical.

So, as I say goodbye to 2013, I remember the good moments, the lovely times, the surprises, as well as the challenges and losses. Some of challenges will follow me into 2014—I cannot just close the book on them,  but a new year presents new hope and it is that hope that will sustain me.

What are you glad to be leaving behind, what do you remember fondly, and what are you looking forward to in 2014?

*truth, fact, reality

**strength of spirit

Published in: on December 29, 2013 at 5:26 pm  Comments (42)  
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Seeds of Destiny

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Paperbark Maple Acer griseum Seed Pods 2084px (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Provided by Norma Torres  · International School of Hard Knocks

Hope is the Seed of Faith
Faith is the Seed of Drive
Drive is the Seed of Seek
Seek is the Seed of Knowledge
Knowledge is the Seed of Awareness
Awareness is the Seed of Power
Power is the Seed of Choice
Choice is the Seed of Abundance
Abundance is the Seed of Dream
Dream is the Seed of Happiness
Happiness is the Seed of Pleasure
Pleasure is the Seed of Desire
Desire is the Seed of Destiny

Published in: on November 30, 2013 at 3:06 pm  Comments (8)  
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Wishful Thinking

Sun Fountain

Sun Fountain (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An awakening  ~

Mindfulness and clarity

Hope springs eternal

Published in: on October 9, 2013 at 12:19 pm  Comments (10)  
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Which side are you on?

Anticipation (Carly Simon album)

Anticipation (Carly Simon album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Michelle’s prompt: When you’re giddy with excitement, does time speed up? Slow down? Tell us about the experience of anticipation.

Carly Simon’s response:

Anticipation, anticipation
Is making me late
Is keeping me waiting

I agree with her totally. Anticipation: hope + expectation.

There is a good side and bad side to anticipation. Which side are you on?

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File This Under: Some Days Are Like That

Hope springs eternal

Except when it doesn’t

And bounces out of view

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New Day

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 “Golden Dawn”  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A new day, a new dawn

Time pristine lies before me

Change in perspective.

Published in: on August 12, 2013 at 12:54 pm  Comments (25)  
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Sweeten Reality

Sugar

Sugar (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Does the idea of something sometimes surpass the experience? For instance, the smell of freshly brewed coffee is playing with my senses right now. I love the essence of coffee, the beautiful silky appearance of the black liquid. The lovely way it softly splashes into my cup. But the taste–the bitterness without the sugar is not welcome on my palate.

Life is like that sometimes. The hopes and possibilities seem limitless. But sometimes we cannot break down the barriers that are barring us from living out the possibilities, from reaching our dreams, from realizing our hopes.

As I do with coffee, by adding a bit of sugar, to life I say bring it on—I will just have to find a way to sweeten the sorrows; deal with the burdens; grieve the losses—all the while hanging on to the expectation that “this too will pass” and the knowledge that potential will be realized turning possibility into reality.

If you think this sounds like a pep talk to myself—it is. And if it happens to help you out too, then the room I take up on this place we call earth is not wasted.

Bliss is making reality like coffee more palatable by sweetening the pot. What do you think?

Published in: on June 6, 2013 at 12:31 pm  Comments (31)  
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Too Normal

William Blake's "The Tyger," publish...

William Blake’s “The Tyger,” published in his Songs of Innocence and of Experience is a work of Romanticism (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Just because you haven’t seen something—doesn’t mean it’s not there.” ~ Narrator from movie “Epic”

One would think I would not go near the genre of poetry after last month’s demand of one a day, but this “poem” is one I wrote a few years ago and it reflects the fact that I want to live a more fanciful and magical life.

 I am a believer, I have faith, and I have hope, but none of these things come easily—hence the poem. I think by now you recognize me as a prose poet rather than one who follows rules, or writes pretty verse (though I would like to make that rise).

Here is the preamble I wrote to the poem “Too Normal”. Note to readers: you will not recognize this type of poetry. It is from the school of fractured thoughts, lack of discipline, metreless cadence, and incandescent whimsy:

 

Too Normal

My feet

are planted solidly on the ground

mired in the mud of

my own disbelief

 

My brain

will not accept

what it cannot explain ~

and it cannot explain a lot

 

I say I am open to the

spirits, the muses

the fairies

and the hobgoblins

 

But I am only of this physical world

Aware of what I can see,

feel, smell, hear

or taste.

 

Blind to anything I cannot see

Oblivious to everything but the obvious

I still have hope

that something will sway me

Move me

Make me believe

beyond a shadow of a doubt.

 

I want to believe

there is something

More.

 

I do.

 

Bliss is being sure of what you believe—I have not achieved this totally yet—have you?

Published in: on May 14, 2013 at 12:22 pm  Comments (50)  
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