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Brené Brown

She took her place.

Inspired by the natural world
   with the strength of the sycamore
    and the vulnerability of a lotus flower.

She now knew
    They are one and the same.

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Maple Syrup

Random thoughts pop into my head. That’s crazy! I dismiss them as easily as kicking snow off my boots. I should keep these strange ideas to myself. What will others think?

‘Sap doesn’t ask the maple for permission to start flowing. It doesn’t look for approval ‘am I flowing right’, it doesn’t look for reassurance ‘is it ok that my stickiness is getting all over you’. Yet it flows each year with the spring thaw. Becoming sugary sweetness with a bit of allowing, care, and warmth.’

There it is. Pure craziness! Am I crazy?

Maybe…

I am just a writer.

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The Artist

painting brush on palette

Paradox of creation

Frenetic action
A desperate striving, urging
Do more

Quiet allowing
Moment by moment, guiding
Be more

Breathe.

As the moon
draws the ocean tides,
fall trees paint the hills
a palette of amber, mustard,
and auburn,
and a collage of spring blooms
glisten in the morning dew,

Relax in a gentle knowing
Like water lilies on a grand canvas
Brush stroke by brush stroke
A masterpiece is unfolding.

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Awareness

 

water dew photogrpahy

 

moments, cherished few

whispering to be noticed

ever-present time

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Release – a Haiku

alone animal bird clouds

 

Clouds release pressure

Intent to nourish and cleanse

A downpour of tears

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Lightness

sparks of firecracker

Sparklers shimmer
in the night

The sizzle and crack
mesmerize all
Aliveness dances
in dynamic starbursts

Her face glows
iridescent against
the dark backdrop
Angelic

The fire burns toward
its inevitable end
A pause,
another is lit

Sparklers shimmer
in the night

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Be Spirited

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Little spirit, what can we do today?
     She giggles, thank-you for asking

Remember the peace in awareness
     Play and laugh!

Enjoy the light of day
    Embrace bright colours

Be joyful and exuberant
    Wiggle and shake!

Discover new experiences
    Savour tastes, scents, and textures

Love and honour others
Please stay awake!

Remember I am here when you get busy
      I will give you strength

Pause and breathe deeply at least once each day
    She giggles, thank-you for asking

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Out Breath

green grass field and mountain

‘This may be the last time I see you.
I’m so glad you came.’
The trip was a whirlwind,
but of course we made it.

She was the same as I remembered,
a bit crass and a lot stubborn,
proud of the life she had made,
reminding us to focus on what matters.

‘Breathe the joys of life deep into your Self’
Family. Friends. Home.
‘Breathe out life’s expectations’
Title. Status. Money.

‘Does a fancy car or impressive title define you?
Are you what you have,
what you do?
Something else entirely, perhaps?’

The countryside, as we drove,
a pine tree blanket over lush hills,
exposed the river now and then,
signs of moose crossings dotted our path.

We never did see a moose,
but we did, for a brief time, get a window
into another world, one of simply living,
a reminder to focus on what matters.

We may not see her again.
She will be cherished, always reminding us,
‘Life is lived somewhere between
the in-breath and the out-breath.’

We’re so glad we went.

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Dandelion Wisps

background image beautiful blur bright

Today, tomorrow, yesterday. Now.
A daisy in full bloom
calling a bumble bee
to its nectar-filled heart.

The radiance of the sun
peeking through shape-shifting clouds
against a cerulean canvas
encouraging a seedling into being.

Dandelion wisps
dancing on the wind
blown from their
stable stem.

A world in motion
evolving with effortless creation.
Life flowing along the
stream of now.

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Eddie Vedder

Eddie the Boston

Choosing a name,
Who will he become

Role Model
Original

Inspired Musician
Spirited

Powerful Baritone
Growl

Persistent Activist
Stubborn

Grungy Performer
Wild

Family Man
Caring

A man in love,
with his dog

Eddie