Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month
Have you ever felt a ripple in time; or experienced time slow down enough, it’s as if this moment and the next are imbued with a singularity of all of our collective beingness?
Walking, pondering, and reflecting upon life’s mysteries, I’m at once, called forth toward a challenge, and a promise, given to me when I was younger, and a whole lot bolder.
And, as time spills through my hands, I watch as it moves toward the earth, being called to the place of its birth.
And, in this moment, time becomes something altogether extraordinary, birds sing louder, the sky opens up, and there is a shower, of tears that pour down, drenching me to my very core.
And, as the tears fall from the sky, there’s no need to wonder why I feel this deep connection to all of life’s manifestations.
Now,
as time slows down, more, and more, I smile bigger than ever before.
Sitting in this stillness, I breathe in and out, and witness the birth of a new moment, where time ripples outward, and throughout, every person, place, and thing, and I begin to believe.
This past week, I’ve been writing quite a bit, yet, as you may have noticed, my blogging schedule has changed. Yep, it was intentional. A few weeks ago, I mentioned slowing down. Little did I know at that time, the writing would keep pouring out of me, yet, I am pleased with developing a new schedule.
My goal is to post about 5 or 6 times a week, with a couple days off mixed in. We will see how it goes.
Oh, and it’s time to travel. Wait, what? Yep, it’s time. I leave for Los Angeles tomorrow morning. Wow. I am very excited to see my mom, sisters, and nieces and nephews, and, of course, to be in LA. More on that in a moment.
First, let’s take a look at some writing that occurred this week.
Writing and Reflecting
The poem Night’s End was first inspired from a WDYS prompt, from Keep it Alive, by Sadje, yet, as I reflected on the poem’s beginning, I had another insight for the prompt, which ended up being the poem My Years. It happens like that sometimes.
Anyway, the poem Nights End then, was a reflection on the trials that we all face, and the knowledge that these tests are a part of the experience of being a human being on this planet. I firmly believe that they are given to us to help us learn. Learn more about all of our shared human beingness. Beautiful.
The poem The Moment’s Prose was a reflection upon how fleeting each moment we have with each other truly is. However, when we are present to this fact, we cherish and relish each of these moments. This was not always the case for me, thus, in this poem, I was reflecting upon the entirety of the concept of love lossed.
I was also very honored and humbled at being placed in the top 8 of Soni’s Writing Contest this past week. I am so grateful to Soni for facilitating such a lovely writing contest, and am so honored to be selected alongside all of the talented writers. Congratulations to all of the writers that joined Soni’s contest. You are all inspirational and amazing.
If you’ve not visited Soni’s blog, please do. Soni’s site is inspirational, motivational, and hyper-creative.
Traveling to Portland and Los Angeles
Well, as you may recall, I visited Justin in Portland last weekend, and it was a lovely trip. We enjoyed a lovely hike, visited and talked about a book we are reading together, had some wonderful food, and generally just enjoyed each other’s company.
Here are a couple pics from the trip.
And, yep, next week, tomorrow, in fact, I’ll be boarding an airplane for Los Angeles, for the first time in over 15 months. I am both anxious and very excited. As you may recall, my father passed away about 6 months prior to the pandemic, so seeing my mom will be wonderful.
I’ve no definite plans, will need to work a little while I am there, yet will get to the beach, for sure, and do some shopping, places I cannot access here, and then? Visit and love my family.
Alright, that’s all for this week, my dear friends.
Wings take flight, as I am reminded of my first introduction to a kite.
The motion of the tether, whipping this way and that, it’s as if the kite had a mind of its own, free from distraction, and refraction.
The sun shining forth in all its glory, and the wind motioning us forward towards all that’s allegory.
As it rises in the deep blue sky, we wonder why our soul lifts up so high, yet also sits tight in the knowing, as there’s no need to really try.
The kite, now higher and higher, lifted on the spirits of human connection, we reflect upon the day’s excursion, and the merriment we feel at the ease and simplicity of this day’s profusion.
Deep love and satisfaction, joy, and kindness, all given forth from a piece of twine and threads woven with tender loving care, and devotion.
Have you ever lost a love so close, it’s left you spinning, and in need of a heart to slow?
It’s as if you tucked this love away in a blanket, nestled it with care and kindness, and, when you went back to collect your oldness, you found the blanket empty, and all that remained was coldness.
You then wrap yourself in the blanket that once contained the love of closeness, and you feel the warmth of every breath, tear, and smile, that played away when you last called upon that loves controldness.
And, as a tear falls from the sky, you realize, that the love so close, was only ever meant to be yours for the moment’s prose.
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