I am a new soul, fresh with wonder, excitement, adventure, joy, thinking of you.
Love, joy, peace,
fruits of the Spirit.
Open your heart.
Love will walk in.
I know you have probably seen the shells that sit along the high tide mark but do you know about Border Collie Art?
She is so well-bred that she leaves an amazing piece of artwork, all along the beach, as we make or way onto it
for a game of Frisbee.
Can you see her moves up above?
On and on she goes
Round and Round
Dropping it at my feet and heading back out for another loop to get ready to catch it again.
I know some of you may tire of my talk about this pup but she really is what keeps us smiling day in and day out pain and all.
She is a beautiful artist, well at least in our eyes.
Other dogs just come to PLAY she seems to have a method to her madness as do I.
Her daddy is hunting for treasure in this B&W photo also showing her design all along the sea.
Originally posted on Living and Lovin:
After I had my son there was no reason for me to stay in the hospital. He was healthy and beautiful and nurses, bless them, kept bringing him in only to say OOPS, sorry, do you want to hold him? I asked the doctor if I could get discharged, he understood and said it would be OK, good thing as I was going anyway. I had things to do.
It was mid February and there had been snow. Mom came to get me as I had stayed the last 2 months at home and my car was there. I was in a hurry to find an apartment. I needed to get out of the family home, no reason to cause them more pain seeing me each and every day in pain and tears.
Not all days have waves such as this
Some days the are just sweet and lazy
It is days such as this though that bring me such bliss
The sky was such a beautiful Blue without a sign of being hazy.
I love the spray as it dances above the waves as if to hold still till I capture it
It seems to add to the beauty of this photo with all the froth of this crashing wave
It is here upon the hill I sit and wait till just the perfect moment click
Though I now know it is really the peace I find at this special place full of powerful waves I simply crave.
Gladiolus, unknown cultivar. I love the extraordinary colour of this flower!
Photographed by Sheryl @ Flowery Prose.
When can we be children again and giggle and laugh at silly things?
When can we be children again and play hide and seek in the dark?
When can we be children again and play on the slide and the tyre swings?
When can we be children again and skip a huge rope in the park?
When can we be children again and hop in and out of a puddle?
When can we be children again to run and laugh when we play?
When can we be children again and just want a friend to cuddle?
When can we be children again and race all our friends in a relay?
So when can we do these things without being stared at or pointed to?
Whenever we want is my answer, there’s no need to analyse or think it through
To bring out that fun and enthusiasm like a child that is hidden in our heart
We can be the child if we choose once again and that’s the amazing part
If you hear good music that fills you with joy then do a little dance – doesn’t matter where you are.
Laugh out loud if you want to. Swing and slide down that slide without a care. Skip rope and jump in puddles. Giggle and play hide and seek. Do what brings you joy and not what you think you have to do, for there’s no fun in that.
And if people stare and point and think you’re a little crazy, well maybe it’s just because the child that is hidden in them can’t return.
Sing the song of love with me-
The song which you know by heart
but have hidden within the valleys of your heart,
let it come to you, let it guide you.
Sing the song of love-
The song that will end all this pain.
Let’s sing it together,
let us all sing it together
so as to engrave it in all our hearts.
Sing the song of love with me,
for it will bring the joy, the beauty in our souls.
Sing it with me- the song of love.
little girl with your dotted bonnet
tell me the secret
you hide in your smile…
the thoughts that
surround your silent laughter…
and the dreams that
fuel your desire for life -
to devour every second…
to live…to love…to be free…
tell me…won’t you?…
no, won’t you show me instead?…
let me share your secrets…
let me drown in your thoughts…
let me embrace your dreams – as my own…
and maybe then
i might be able to weave
dreams of my own…and
see life like you do…like i used to -
with hope…and color…and sunshine -
like a child…
Today’s poem was inspired by a prompt from Writing the Sacred: A Palm Inspired Path To Appreciating and Writing Sacred Poetry by Ray McGinnis.
Divine parent-mother and father, human and divine,
I give you thanks with my entire being;
before the sun, moon and stars I declare your praise.
You pull the orphan close feeding her with the eternal milk of your unconditional love.
When I was invisible you saw me in my distress;
even when others refused to look upon me.
Your grace and mercy follow me all of my days,
like twin companions flanking me on each side during this sojourn we call life.
Who can quantify your ways or figure out your favor?
With joy I will share my testimony with all who need encouragement along the way.
Your praise will continually be upon my pen as I write of your loving ways.
Your divine love will light my path as I illuminate the darkness for your glory.
Photo by Onleilove
- His Divine Love and Blessedness (poetrywritersbookshop.org)
- Depression and Devotion (teachingsofmasters.wordpress.com)
- Sacred Partnership: Choosing, Seeing, Being Love in Every Moment (786sufiwisdom.wordpress.com)
Write my love across the sky,
when you see tears of joy fall from my eye.
With pens of joy, hope and light write my love for all to see.
My love is imperfect,
but the image it was made in is not.
Love is not if it is hidden within the heart.
Why must we hold divine truth within ourselves
due to pride, ego and “propriety”.
I will not hide Love within my heart,
though foolish I may seem,
so write my love across the sky for all to see.
No words or poem can console the loss of a loved one so fresh but I share this which I wrote for my mother who died of cancer and my wife’s aunt who committed suicide within a few months of each other. It took another year before I could write this. Let time be your teacher and friend and strength.
What will you see When your sight is lost What will you feel Without feelings How will I sound To your deafened ears How will I hear What you're saying Will you taste: My bitterness My anger My confusion My sadness Will you understand; I cannot, right now Will you smile at me; I cannot, right now Would you watch me now; I could use that now Could you teach me now; Would you show me how When I think of you Will you touch me, friend When I close my eyes Will you hug me then In the dark of night Will you stop the cold At the break of dawn Will you wake my soul During quiet times Will you come and stay When the dusk first falls You could light my way You can count your days As I count my years You can hold me tight As I count my tears As the months go by And time presses on You will see: My struggles My resolutions My perseverance My reckonings When my step first slows You will be my cane When I ache to move You will ease my pain When my light falls dim You will lead me on When my thoughts all fade You will bring me home What will I see When my sight is lost What will I feel Without feelings How will you sound To my deafened ears How will you hear What I'm saying As you lift me up And I raise my head We will feel: Our souls Our joy Our peace Our love
The year end holidays,
When it all goes still,
Every one takes some rest,
From the fast paced life,
A moment of remembrance,
Of the year that is ending,
A moment of sheer pleasure,
With Christmas and New Years’ Eve,
Giving the joy of celebration.
If you would give me a chance,
To stay for ever after in a fixed time,
It would be this very time of year ending,
Where I would stay, clear of the competitions,
Away from the repercussions,
Just live in those holidays,
With stomach full with warming food,
Getting wrapped in blankets,
Lying around- seeing the celebration around.
These holidays I would say,
Are the one I like the best.