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Category: Poetry
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Sunshine stays longer, Chasing away the shadows Our true selves will shine.
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Well meaning choices – strength and damage both gifted, time shows the intent.
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A capricious breeze – never still, never static, Fate pledges nothing. I wrote this shortly before my father passed away. It has taken me some time to come back around and add this little piece to it, as I have wanted to give myself more space to think on the theme of life/Fate/existence as an…
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Releasing what was – A fleeting reality, existing no more. I had the occasion recently to show someone my hometown. I had described it of course, told stories of growing up there, but had not had the chance to actually drive around and have him see it. So after we had been driving…
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Carefully tended – delicate blossom outgrows its youthful garden. Having recently become an empty nester, I’ve been contemplating how, ultimately, the sign that we have done our job as parents well is that our children move away. To raise a child who is strong and independent enough to venture out into the world…
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Slow breath, in and out, Years of imbalance leave marks But not destruction.
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Expansion outward – true self filled with light and warmth, claiming your own space.
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Brillantly common – a symbolic messenger grabs our attention. We flit through our days, busy with mundane chores. Perhaps we feel invisible or commonplace, just another person trying to get through a day. We lose sight of our uniqueness, the things that make us special…like a cardinal is unaware of it’s brillant coloring. Fluff…
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Life’s fluxuations – both beneficial and harsh, grow our uniqueness.
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Invisible push- automatic resistance before the release. I learned a valuable lesson recently. Even when we desire and know that a change must happen, there is an inherent urge to resist. This resistance can take many forms and it’s important to recognize how you unconsciously fight change. Like the milkweed seed, we cling to…
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