Flight

Lolame @ Pixabay

One, two, three
I see

Flapping their wings
Symmetrically

A unified formation,
Heading towards
Their destination

Bound together
One and all
Whether
Close
Or, rather

Afar

Alas, their
Connection lasts
Through an affiliation,

An unseen web

Of great prostration
To that which is unseen
Yet can be felt
So definitely

A harmony felt
In flight, yes,
And
Everywhere else

A connection true
As
Their collective sense
Of direction

Blew

Away in the wind
Wings outstretched in kind

Tips almost touch
In midair
What a fantastical affair

A flight
Without fanfare
Only ever that which is there

The one, two, three,
Balancing themselves
As they fly through the air

In response to WDYS #59 from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

#flight, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #wdys59, #writing

Tears

Photo by Milada Vigerova on Unsplash

Fall when we are raw
And are confused as
The battle near draws

One at a time
Raining down, and
Sometimes, yes,
In frustration

Of a common
Misinterpretation

We all make
As we take stock
Of what’s come before, and

We learn
How to move
Our knowledge
To the fore

Of tomorrow’s new dawn

Recentering our focus
As we are drawn
To the power
Seated

In the Center

Of all that’s come
Before, and, yes for
All that’s in store

For you, me, and everyone
Else, so please

Be patient
With yourself,
Breathe
And know that tears

Are part of everyone’s fears

Alone in your tears
You are not, rather,
Together, we are all

Very dear just as we appear

#fears, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #tears, #writing

Sensitive

Photo by Miguel Ibáñez on Unsplash

Some call it a weakness,
A true message of bleakness
Or even a partial meekness

And, yet, what the some fail
To witness,
Is the strength of character
Built upon a true fitness

Of Mind

Balancing the worlds
Shadow
With it’s naturally occurring
And prominent hallow

Born over time

Within each of us
Not covered up, rather
Brought to the light of
The senses, and, yes

There are consequences

Of a raw and pure beauty
Never flailing or failing
Only ever unveiling more gifts of awe

For it is these gifts of feeling, and
Seeing, always ever believing
In that which is there
A true revealing

Of a most precious healing
Which begins
With each of of us, and thus

A natural trust develops
From within you, me, and,
Well, everyone of us, which

Some may call compensative
Surely not pensative, and
Yet my friend,
I simply call it part of being, having,

And holding a life that is sensitive

#gifts, #healing, #life, #love, #poem, #sensitive, #trust, #writing

Hand-in-Hand

Cheryl Holt @ Pixabay

They walk hand-
In-hand, a dance
Till the end

Just starting out, and, yes,
They’ll figure it out

One step at a time
Through the daytime
Until it’s finally bedtime

Day after day
Friends forever
They’ll say

And, yes,

As they age
Life will pull them apart
Yet they’ll always have each other
When they finally depart

This plane

They’ll have shared
A life full of love
Declared
For the very first time

When they were little
During that first summertime

Walking hand-in-hand
Through the field
Flowers blooming all around

Their souls intertwined, and
Together bound
Just like when they were little

Walking hand-in-hand
When their love was first found

In response to WDYS #58 from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

#friends, #friendship, #lifeandlove, #poem, #poems, #wdys58, #writing

A Blogger’s Diary 11/29/30: On Writing, Extreme Risk, and Our Head and Heart

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As I reflect back upon this week, it occurs to me that, yes, it too was a busy week, as, at work, we prepared to publish and send out our fourth completely remote digital schedule of classes. Wow.

In some ways, it’s hard to believe that we’ve now been creating and delivering completely remote classes and training for 10 months. Phew.

And, in other ways, not so hard to believe. Because, some days it feels like we’ve been living inside of this pandemic a lot longer. Keep breathing everyone. Really.

Writing? Sure. Here we go.

Writing

More writing this week, which was a blast. Here’s what that looked like in case you haven’t seen them all yet.

Another wow. Lots of writing this week. Fun! And, next week?

Hm. I’m a little more unsure about my writing next week than usual. I know, I know, I actually write that quite often, or something like that, maybe in a different way. Why?

Because I am truly unsure how it will go. Much of that has to do with how much time I’ll have to write. It’s different every week. And?

Well, here’s the plan anyway.

More poetry? Oh, yes, of course! I am having such a great time writing poetry. I am working on several pieces right now! Much fun.

I will also be working on the Leadership Series this week, on installment, well, 2.5, which is the other half of the second installment on developing the self. More fun!

I’m sure I’ll also have a reflection series post this week, though last week that did not occur. We will see. And, you know, for me, that’s part of the fun.

Seeing what comes. What insights happen throughout the week, and how they, sometimes, turn into poetry or another post. The creative process is quite beautiful. Wouldn’t you agree?

Photo by Kyle Ryan on Unsplash

Extreme Risk

In last week’s entry, I wrote a little about the 2-week freeze the Governor put Oregon under, which expires, I think, this coming Wednesday.

Yet, not really. Why?

Well, it turns out the county I live in, and the county I work in have been classified as extreme risk. Meaning?

Continued restrictions. Difficult. And, yet totally understandable.

Last week, my oldest son told me that University sent everyone home over the Thanksgiving break, and told them not to return until winter term, which starts in early January.

Like I’ve written, it is hard right now, for everyone, everywhere. Hang in there.

Photo by Langa Hlatshwayo on Unsplash

Head and Heart

The Monday message I scheduled to go out to the team this week was created specifically because of how hard it is living inside of the pandemic right now. Has been hard, and is still hard. That is our current reality.

And, inside of that reality, it is important for each of us, all of you, yes, and me, to remember to take care of our head and our heart. Really important.

I’ve written a lot about how I take care of my head and heart, so will simply write here that however you do that matters less, than doing it. Taking care of yourself. Being with yourself. Caring for yourself. Important.

When we care for ourselves, we can care for everyone else that much more. It works that way.

Please remember to take care during this terribly stressful time.

And, lastly, I wanted to share a couple of quotes that are also part of the Monday message scheduled for tomorrow. Why?

Well, because I think they are inspirational, just like each of you. Here we go.

“One day we will learn that the heart can never be totally right if the head is totally wrong. Only through the bringing together of head and heart-intelligence and goodness-shall man rise to a fulfillment of his true nature.” -Martin Luther King, Jr.

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“A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination.” -Nelson Mandela

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“People with high levels of personal mastery…cannot afford to choose between reason and intuition, or head and heart, any more than they would choose to walk on one leg or see with one eye.” -Peter Senge

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“Knowledge is a great gift, and the thirst to seek it even greater. Use what you know…Head and heart…You are not made to give greater weight to one than the other.” -Nora Roberts

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Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses. -Laozi

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Love those. Beautiful. Alright, that’s all for this week.

As I’ve already written, keep breathing, keep moving, keep loving, keep learning, and keep living.

You are needed. You are an inspiration.

Have a great week, and be well, my friends.


#bloggersdiary, #covid-19, #diary, #headandheart, #laozi, #life, #love, #martinlutherkingjr, #nelsonmandela, #noraroberts, #petersenge, #quotes, #writing

Lost

Photo by Finding Dan | Dan Grinwis on Unsplash

I feel lost, and
Yet am found
A precariousness

Which is truly unbound

Around a realm of second glances
Taken aback at times
In search of second chances

Broken I sometimes feel
While I real
And deal

In the illusion

Which in time
Slips away once again
Just like a second friend

Intertwined

Even when I’d rather cry
For the losses
In this life

And, my friend,
When crying is all there is
Release it for it is a gift
Maybe unknown to you at this time

Yet you’ll learn as you practice
Twice
As many years as there were before
Raining down

And pouring from my soul

A release is on its way
Along with a new found
Sunny and very bright day, so

Hang in there
With all you’ve got
Feeling alone
And yet know you are not

For alone no one ever is
That’s the beauty of a life
Which is full of bliss

Even when unable to notice
Keep heart and know that
It’s you that has been chosen

#lifeandlove, #lostandfound, #poem, #poems, #writing

Colors

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

Rainbow hues
Found in the dew of life
Whether there is strife
Or multiple aspects of splendor

Possibilities rife

Of our collective nobility
In all humility, and
Love for all that’s there
A very common affair

Majesty and bounty everywhere

Take in
All those colors you see
Even when your sight
Is hidden from thee

Know the moment lasts
But an instant, here
And gone, then
Born anew, which

We may call a new dawn

Of your story, which
May be hidden from view
Lost in the boulders of life

Know though that
What is lost is always found
Sometimes even upon the ground

As we take in the beauty all around

Breathe life in
A very respective detective
Taking time to pause
Reflect
And collect the mysterious cause

Of your life
Found in every color
In every tree and flower

A power so immense
It always passes the test
And is never second best, so

Be with that which you know,
Feel, and see, always upon that tree
Of renewal
All the beautiful colors found anew

A beauty, my friend, are you

Have a fantastic weekend, everyone.

#beauty, #colorspoem, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #writing

Vulnerability

Photo by KS KYUNG on Unsplash

Sometimes seen
As weakness
Within a darkness unknown

And even unfound
Bound by trepidation of
A bygone time

Fear withholds us
And casts a spell
That we must dispel

By digging deep inside
A new ability
Takes birth, a renewal
Of a very fine jewel

Misplaced for a time
Yet found again upon the vine
Of life

A treasure
Without common measure
A pleasure
In every kind of weather

As we access this flower
We step into a new found power, and
As we practice being vulnerable

We become
Much more comfortable
With ourselves, and
Everyone around, becoming unbound

Releasing a power for the ages
Which comes in stages, so

Breathe in deep and know
It is your war to wage
Upon the page

Inside an an epic novel for the ages
Which can be seen as strife, or
Possibilities rife
In this thing we call a vulnerable life

#lifeandlove, #poem, #poems, #vulnerability, #writing

Patience

Photo by Deniz Altindas on Unsplash

The earth spins, and
The world moves on
By gone times
Are sometimes improved on

A little at a time, yes, and
Sometimes not at all

So we may call upon
That higher power
Which radiates like a flower
Of immense joy,

A sublime tower

Of gratitude and trust
Even in times of distress
Let It not be second guessed
Like all the rest, instead

Trust and know

That as you roam
Your home
Lay in wait along the road

You travel, your destiny

Already created some time ago, so
Have faith in that which you see
Even when you fear, and
Struggle to believe, know that

Patience is that which you seek
A steadying of the Mind, and an
Altering of the ties that bind

Break free
And live a life free of luxury
Induced worry and angst, which
Are common in case you can’t see

Simply believe and have faith
In that which you feel, for
Your truth, my friend
Has always been very real

#life, #love, #mindfulness, #patience, #poem, #poems, #writing

Grace

Photo by Kirill Pershin on Unsplash

Sometimes we stumble and fall,
Mistakes
Can even become commonplace

So please remember to
Share space
Within
For yourself and everyone else

Trials and tribulations
We all face
Tests, yes
So may I simply suggest

Holding
That space within
Silent and calm even
With all that’s going on

Steadfast within the storm
Born of pure love, not forlorn
A perfect union of bliss
That’s never remiss

Or petty, rather

Standing tall
Until the very last call
Together intertwined
In a love story, and

Yes even a rhyme
Of pure sublime
Anticipation
Of the next measure

Played
With all the pleasure, and
Eagerness of a child
Awaiting their new found treasure

A true gift
Which can become common measure
Of a place within a space
We may call grace

#grace, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #writing