I am so pleased to announce that my poem, I Breathe in the Ocean, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Another big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their support, and for publishing this piece.
I Breathe in the Ocean
is it
so difficult
to grasp
the meaning
of a life
lived upon the…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Dylan Sauerwein on Unsplash
the day
the secret came,
the rain
was full of cane
sugary sweet,
just like
the imagery
you create
visual astounding,
as my heart
continues pounding,
looking after
the effects
of the love that came
calling, is resounding
to you, me,
and the timeless
freedom we grasp,
when with each other, we seem
full
of a wonder
beckoning us forward,
mirroring the beauty seen
in nature’s preponderance, a dance
in-between, just so…
as we
begin again,
and learn more,
the shore,
like a diamond,
reminding us, of
the connectedness
of the love at our core…
freedom
feels like
water pouring
through my fingers,
gently escaping
the limitations
of a love
from before,
as we transcend
what was,
in favor of
what is to become,
in the future, heretofore
nevermore, only
ever forevermore…
Photo by Steve Halama on Unsplash
It’s been a couple weeks since I’ve posted a diary entry, and in the past four weeks, there have been some developments with the garden and to my site, which I am excited to relate; and, I also have a question for you about WordPress. More on that in a moment.
First, let’s take a look at some writing reflections.
I’ve published several poems in the past four weeks, many of them taking love as their central theme or concept.
The poem, shaded in love, we agree, was a reflection upon my time living in the desert. I’ve been fortunate to live in several types of geographies, and the desert is among them, and holds a special place in my heart.
Sometimes people conflate the desert with barrenness, and the poem was an ode, if you will, to the splendor of the desert landscape, which I miss. There is something magical about being in the desert, especially at sunrise and sunset. The beauty is magnificent.
The poem, just like a star spangled night, was part of a much larger reflection about living life with an open heart. As I’ve written about in many posts and poems, living life with an open heart today is a blessing, and I am grateful to many people, especially, my life coach and teacher, for showing me a different way to understand the world, and our place in it.
It’s taken a lot of internal work, and, yet, what I understand today, is that all of my life happened just as it was supposed to. Exactly as it was supposed to; and, I am blessed with many different levels of understanding today because of all of the paths I’ve traveled. They were all needed, and are all important.
Well, it’s also been a while since I’ve updated you on the garden, which is continuing to produce, and has been so much fun.
Here is a pic of some tomatoes I pulled last week.
Coming soon, broccolini, one of my favs!
Over the past two months, I’ve had several regular readers send me messages that my posts are not showing up in their WP Reader. I actually emailed WP about this issue, and have yet to hear back.
The only workaround I know for this type of issue, which I’ve used before, is to unfollow the blog, and then refollow, which got me thinking.
Might any of you know of other workarounds to mitigate this issue? If so, I would love to read about them in the comments section, or, if you prefer, you can email me, thank you!
Earlier this year, I created a goal to make some changes to the site; and, I’ve finally made some of those changes.
I wanted to mention the changes here, in the event you notice anything that is not working well, or you have any suggestions, which may improve your experience. If so, please do let me know, thank you.
The week-beginning message I scheduled to go out to the team last week, was about gratitude; and the deep gratitude I have for everyone in my life.
My life has been, and is, blessed with connections to amazing people; and, today I am connected to many, many, more amazing people.
I think it is important to pause each day, and reflect upon the impact we make with our lives, and about the connections we have. They are so important.
In fact, I believe that human connection is one of the most important aspects of being alive. Experiencing aliveness is, for me, about being deeply connected to yourself, and then to those that you choose to surround yourself with every day.
Therefore, on this beautiful Sunday afternoon, I am feeling deep gratitude for everyone in my life; my family, my friends, the team I work with, the community I live in, and, each and every one of you. Very grateful.
Thank you for being just as you are, and for being there, and supporting my work. It means the world to me.
Have a beautifully blessed week everyone.
I watch,
listen,
and learn more,
as the forest
comes alive, and
the
vibrancy
emanating off
the floor,
speaks to me
in a language
never heard before…
light
dancing
with darkness,
as shadows
glow, and speak
of transcendence
leaves fall,
while I sprawl,
and continue
to listen
to two hearts,
intertwined now,
just like two vines,
dancing forevermore
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multicolored
feathers,
reminiscent of
multifaceted
pressures, and
as time passes, we
learn more,
and discover,
the nature
of our belief
in each other, just
as the trees
talk to us
about love lost, wayward
for a time,
now found,
a mirror image
of me, I see,
holding fast
and forever free, in
the
love felt
between
the me,
I see
in you,
and
the you,
I see, in me…
In response to the WDYS #98 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Photo by Jonah Pettrich @Unsplash
troubled times,
filled with ties, tethered,
reminding me
of the weather,
when we
were once together
chosen
to take on
the pleasure,
while you listened
from far away, forever
distant,
hard to grasp, as
we watch
the grown grass
take its time,
reaching
towards the skyline…
will it
make it,
hard to define
the
unimaginable, yet
we find solace
in the curvatures
of the world’s futures
as they
come to fruition,
we pause,
breathe, reflect,
and protect
the actions presence, our
current sentence
as, I
ask
for your hand
again,
while we’re reminded
of the sun,
behind the trees,
hiding from you and me,
yet always present,
like a gift from the seas
Photo by Ernesto Leon on Unsplash
the rising sun
reminds me,
of the
collective setting,
as we
cast our nets
lest we
forget,
the love
we never met…
reflecting upon
the dream,
I’m reminded
of you,
as roots belong to trees,
you, and me,
are one behind the breeze
of a love
filled
with such fervor,
it’s hard to
remember
the temperature
in the room
the day we met
between
the covers, spent
blanketed
in a love
so thick,
it fills the room
with a life of its own
and,
we swoon
recognizing
the futility
of trying
to capture
its essence
in purity
instead,
we simply
agree
to
just be
with
each other,
like we’ll
never have
another night
to spend together,
forever loving…
