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Poetry, Prose, & Inspiration Favorites For Your Inner Garden

 
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What has grown within?  What grows now?  What might grow?  Thoughts that capture moments and somehow found words to share healing.  Soothe.  Comfort.  Inspire.  Inner growth.  Hope.  A place - definitionally a phrontistery or thinking place - to remember and hold in mind what is good about change, living, and why all life is important.

These sprang forward most often over many years, and again today.  I hope you will share yours.

William Bliss Carman
(1861-1929)

The Soul Of April

Over the wintry threshold
Who comes with joy today
So frail, yet so enduring
To triumph o’er dismay?

Ah, quick her tears are springing
And quickly they are dried
For sorrow walks before her
But gladness walks beside

She comes with gusts of laughter
The music as of rills
With tenderness and sweetness
The wisdom of the hills

Her hands are strong to comfort
Her heart is quick to heed
She knows the signs of sadness
She knows the voice of need

There is no living creature
However poor or small
But she will know its trouble
And hasten to its call

Oh, well they fare forever
By mighty dreams possessed
Whose hearts have lain a moment
On that eternal breast.



A Season, A Reason, Or A Lifetime

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. 

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you expressed.  They may assist through a difficulty, provide guidance or support or aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.  They are there for the reason you need them.  Then, without wrongdoing on your part or inconveniently, this person ends the relationship.  Sometimes they die.  Sometimes they walk away, or act up and force you to take a stand.  We must then realize our need has been met and it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because it is your turn to share, grow or learn.  They bring peace or make you laugh, or teach you something.  They usually bring joy.  Believe it.  It is real.  But only for a season.

Lifetime relationships teach lifetime lessons.  Things to build upon to create a solid emotional foundation.  Accept the lessons, love the person, and use what you learned in other relationships and areas of your life.

~Author Unknown~



hearing Sirius

a different faithful
he and she
polarized dichotomy
created ambiguity

figured out
too much too late
in this place
we call reality
universal fate

become ether
if we do not
succumb to flight
Perseus
will bring us light

along the way
the challenge is
and always will
be not to flinch
but hear the rills

corners darkened
by despair
light seeks fire
earth water air

look to the stars
Mother of life
Father of fountains
for liberation
for awareness
feel the freeing one
in the mountains

be your star
be your light
be your magnet
in this life
our Mother shows us how
be dense with love
no time like now

so Sirius
and white dwarf dance
they whisper
if we hear
as above, so below
as within, so without
we are not alone
we are all one
one is all

governments
do not define us
Universe will guide us
through the best of us
the worst of us
with seven orbs behind

the time to ride
four steeds is here
the message clear
we not me
only light is spirit here

shine now"

~ me, a reflection of syncretic studies



This one propels me most directly and often.

"It’s impossible, said pride.  It’s risky, said experience.  It’s pointless, said reason.  Give it a try, whispered the heart."

~Author Unknown~

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I lost someone.  Remembering things about him reminded me of this writing.  I am very fortunate that he chose me every day, though it's hard to feel that way.  Time... yeah?

https://bryanreeves.com/choose-her-everyday-or-leave-her/
 
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I'm very sorry to hear of your loss, Catherine.

Lately, I've been reading the poetry of Mary Oliver.  I found this on YouTube, and it's one of my favorites, so far.

https://youtu.be/lv_4xmh_WtE
 
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Ed Belote wrote:I'm very sorry to hear of your loss, Catherine.

Lately, I've been reading the poetry of Mary Oliver.  I found this on YouTube, and it's one of my favorites, so far.

https://youtu.be/lv_4xmh_WtE


Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.


John would love this.  Thank you, Ed <3  It is his guitar I gave you, by the way.  He preferred playing a fretless stick that sometimes sounded like a violin, though he had several.  The Wish Bass was for fun.  Here he was playing with a simple Stagg out of the box that he later customized and refinished beautifully. He used to play for Tiny and Hannah, two abandoned dogs he took care of.
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