Giving Thanks

It’s Canadian Thanksgiving. The hills around our home are splotched in orange and red and gold; the palette of autumnal splendour. The sun burns white to the southeast and the sky is lined in wisps of silver, a veil to soften that burning light. My studio window looks out over an almost naked birch, faintly … More Giving Thanks

Sunday Serenity

~*~ To dwell in shadowed thoughts of dark unknowing? Or, embrace the light my deepest truth reveals? Two interesting and, perhaps, defining questions. I choose light. Have a beautiful day … Dorothy ~*~ ©Dorothy E. Chiotti … All Rights Reserved 2020 Aimwell CreativeWorks

A Lesson in Thrival

~*~ This past year has been a lesson in thrival. Yes, I have just invented a word. From survive and survival we go to thrive and “thrival.” You’re welcome. This time last year instead of setting new year’s resolutions as I would normally, I set the intention to thrive. 2019 was going to be the … More A Lesson in Thrival

Mirror

And if the view’s not to your taste … Don’t blame the mirror. ~*~ Image: Dock relic in large pond … Tylney Hall, Hook, Hampshire, England ~*~ ©Dorothy E. Chiotti … All Rights Reserved 2019 Aimwell CreativeWorks            

Fallow

  ~*~ Fallow soil, Hallowed ground. Nothing grows here ~ Not yet. The seed planted Rests peacefully Within a fertile Bed covered by Hope; fed with Dreams. Awaiting the Moment To rise; to greet The sun. Its day will Come. In the meantime, Fallow. ~*~ Sometimes there is absolutely nothing to be done to create … More Fallow

Sunshine Maiden

She glowed upon a soft horizon, The Sunshine Maiden. A warming, golden light That shone o’er Shivering hills and Truth bare-boned. No Hiding from the glint In her amber all-seeing Eye. And yet, no judgment There. Simply a place Holder shedding light On dark corners of Spirit. Healing. De-mystifying the Mysterious. Revealing, Through her bright … More Sunshine Maiden

The Voyage

Upon life’s billowing seasMy vessel is sweptWindward. I amStorm-tossedAnd swell-swallowed,Brine-stungAnd surge-whipped.I steer my batteredBut unbroken shipUpon the crashing waves ~Afloat I remain.My vessel salt-stainedAnd wind-lashed,Yet a survivor.In calmer waters,Renewed in purpose,Resolved, am I, to press on.The map is chartedAnd though off course blownYet will I arrive.It is my destiny. ~*~ The truth is, tall ship … More The Voyage

That Old Shoe

How do we give ourselves permission to be joyful? I mean really joyful. How do we duck from under the weight of conditioning wrought by generational trauma that gets in the way of us finding our own joy? Well, the truth is we can’t duck it, we have to deal with it. We have to … More That Old Shoe