lotus flower blooms,
as the mind expands, and learns
from past circumstance
If you’ve not yet checked out Astha’s Anthology, Utmost Feelings, please check it out when you have a chance, and share as you are able. Thank you.
Additionally, the coauthors of Astha’s Anthology, Utmost Feelings, are creating a space for people to send their sentiments to Astha’s family.
If you are interested, please add your sentiments to this form, thank you, and stay blessed.
I love to walk, to walk
among the trails
I find in my mind,
they often remind me of the
trails I find, when out
in the forest entering
into a blissful state
of love combined.
I always wonder,
is there anything
more pulchritudinous
than mother nature?
I keep walking deep into
the unending route,
I feel an unspoken warmth
from the dark tall trees underneath.
Little I go on ahead
bracing breeze
kisses my face, as
a chilled emotion
rushes into my heart.
I stand still
and enjoy
the trees embrace.
Get to hear
soothing sounds,
pondering,
if the sea
is somewhere around.
Ambled
with a bit of excitement
I walked ahead;
admired the waves play,
little I came closer,
saw the setting sun
bidding me goodbye.
As I revel in the landscape,
and fiery sky one last time,
it occurs to me to rub my eyes,
and prepare for a lullaby.
Sung softly and sweetly,
by the trees surrounded,
as they shift and swing
in the breeze,
and deep down, I feel
something move, and within
a smile parts my face as I revel
in all that’s known today.
I am honored to share this collaboration between Soni, of Soni’s thoughts, and myself. Soni also drew the art, which was another of the amazing gifts Soni created for those that placed in the top 8 (of a host of amazingly talented and inspirational writers) of Soni’s Writing Contest. A lovely collaboration, and a wonderfully inspirational friend, is Soni.
The crack
in the pane splinters
in the solitude
of its existence,
and withdrawn
reminiscence.
One becomes another,
a fellow
sees a brother,
and as one moves west,
the other moves east,
in search of sameness,
and a lot of
relational discreteness.
Joined
and separated
by fragments
of time,
we are nonetheless
intertwined,
and in need
of the same pastimes;
where we watch,
and stop
the heart from bleeding,
and instead,
take shelter in
an awareness of all
that pleasure,
of mind.
We Divine
as we are shown,
the reality
of all that’s here,
my dear,
know
that you’re not alone
now,
and never have been,
contemplation sincere.
Image Credit
Photo by Jeffery Erhunse on Unsplash
Photo by Kartabya Aryal on Unsplash
Photo by Le Minh Phuong on Unsplash
memories forged of
another place and time, we
sit and ponder this
release
from within you
the myriad trials,
and tribulations of
the past, instead
be here
now
I’ve been nominated by Gayatri Bagayatkar of, How to Teach a Difficult Child, for the Golden Bloggerz Award. I am humbled by the nomination by Gayarti. I started following How to Teach a Difficult Child some time ago, and, well, did so, because I went through many difficulties as a child and youth, and have been through many difficulties as a parent parenting children and youth today.
I find Gayatri’s site very informational, educational, and highly inspirational. If you’ve not checked it out, please do so.
The Golden Bloggerz Award was created by Chris Kosto to motivate and reward all the amazing bloggers that work daily to serve their audience and to recognize them for doing so.
All of YOU! Really, I choose not to select only 10 bloggers. There are many different reasons why I find each of your sites inspirational; thus, you are all inspirational to me.
If you choose to post, and even if you don’t, please feel free to share in the comments section, here are my questions.
I don’t think about my posts in terms of favorites, as each blog (article, poem, reflection, etc.) has its own place in my heart. Each post is a piece of me in some way, so they are all my favorite. Even my very first blog, which was, coincidentally just about a year ago. Okay, here are three recent posts.
I would like to thank Gayatri Bagayatkar, of How to Teach a Difficult Child, again for the nomination. Thank you.
I’d also like to thank each of you for being, well, exactly who you are. Just as you are right now, in this moment. Exactly. I’ve met the most amazing people over the past year, each of you, and I am excited about the years to come. Thank you.
Be well, my friends.
Wow, how is it that we are now in mid-April? Phew, not sure, time is moving, well, rather rapidly at the moment. Anyway, the past week was busy for numerous reasons. Yes, lots of work, and writing, and I did get my first vaccination dose last week.
More on that in a moment.
Let’s first take a look at two writing reflections, and two new series, shall we? Okay, here we go.
The poem Sprite, was inspired by the WDYS #77 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje. I had a lot of fun with this little poem. Sadje’s prompt reminded me of being at the coast. Many of you know how much I love the beach, or coast, or sea, or shore, or whatever the ocean is called where you live. I grew up near the ocean, and love it much.
As I was reflecting upon the picture, it reminded me about my trip to Yachats a couple of months ago, and an antique store I visited during my trip. The prompt picture looks like something that the little shop would have stocked and sold. From there, it was off and running. One insight after another; and then, the poem was finished. Super fun.
The Poem Becoming (2), was inspired by a breakdown I had last Saturday. It was a rather large breakdown, which, as you might surmise I would write, is perfectly okay, even needed and wanted. Why?
Because it’s part of the process of being a human being. If we hold our emotions inside all the time, and actively resist them, we are resisting life. However, when we are with our emotions as they come, we are going with the flow of life.
I actually wrote the poem in intervals during the breakdown. Writing is, at times, how I process my emotions. It reminds me I am not alone; never, in fact, alone. None of us are. We are all connected. Always have been, always will be. Lovely.
Alright, some of you already know about one of these new series, Community Gardening, the first post of which was published this morning. As I wrote in the first post, it occurred to me this weekend that I’ll have many more updates from the community garden, which is why a new series made perfect sense.
I am excited to continue to update you as we move deeper into Spring, and then Summer.
One of the things I love to do where I currently live, Corvallis, Oregon, is hike. I love hiking, especially during the Spring and Summer. The weather in this part of the US is gorgeous during Spring and Summer. Love it.
It occurred to me that a series on hiking the Willamette Valley, then, made sense. I will travel throughout the valley this spring and summer and hike, reflect, and learn more about areas in the valley I’ve not yet visited. And, we can hike, reflect, and learn together through my trips. Fun.
I’ve not come up with a title yet. If you have ideas, please let me know. I’ve already completed my first hike, which was lovely, and will create the first entry in this new series in a week or two.
Yep, I got my first vaccination dose, well, two Fridays ago now. It was actually a super simple process. I am grateful to all of the people working and volunteering to make the vaccine more and more accessible. Thank you.
Well, as many of you know, I do yoga everyday. Meditation is a step of yoga, which I’ve now practiced for almost 4 years. There are 8 steps in yoga, and while I have been meditating, or practicing Dhyana for years now, I am not as well practiced at body movement with the breath.
Therefore, my life coach and teacher has put me on a very gentle path to increase the movement and blood flow in and to my upper body. It is important that the practice is gentle, as I have two shoulder injuries, which happened some time ago, yet have been exasperated by the pandemic.
Anyway, the point is that I am finding great relief in the practice; and am excited about the movement returning to my shoulders. Awesome.
Alright everyone, that’s all for this entry.
Have a splendid week.
thinking,
the mind ponders
and creates at will, so
watch, listen, and sit in
the silence in-
between.
The name of this style of poem is called the Hexastich. It took me some time to get to writing one of these. It was fun.
