The 16th in a series of posts about my family treeInspired by Amy Johnson Crow’s 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Prompt: Negatives ~*~ Too much of life already lost.Too many memoriesTrapped I know notWhere.Locked away.Hard times?Of course, but happyTimes obscuredThere, too. WhyConsider more of this?Why engage in theSabotage of a memoryAlready crying forThe lost and … More Shedding Light on the Family Tree: Father
~*~ 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
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
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
Goodbye, we say again, goodbye, Beneath a sad and sullen sky. A year has passed Since you drew breath; Surrendered to untimely death. My judgment, for I miss you so ~ I was not ready to let you go. Still, life goes on as well it must, So I release your dust to dust. Your … More Dust to Dust
There are no words, What can I say About that cold November day? * Here one minute, Then you’re gone. I didn’t know how I would carry on. * We’d chased the wind We’d jumped the moon. Our journey ended Far too soon. Bear, I lost you, Bear. Bear, sweet Bear. We didn’t get To … More No Last Goodbye
Glimmer, hope. Be there for me. Uphold my faith in what might be. Help keep my focus on the prize. Keep me humble; make me wise. Glimmer, hope. Be there for me so I, for others, there might be. ~*~ In a world of despair and disappointment a glimmer of hope helps to keep the … More Hope
Sheer shimmer; Flash of light Vibration. Beyond shining. More vital; More alive; More present behind The grey disguise. Mercurial, myriad Hues ~ blues, Greens, pinks, Golds. Shades of life Discerned by Soul. Now you See it; now you Don’t. Now you see it. ~*~ I was thinking of the beautiful feldspar stone, Labradorite, while writing … More Now You See It
Rush … A fast word. Adrenline-fed. Exhausting. ~*~ I learned the hard way to change my life-long pattern of being “in a rush.” Years of adrenal fatigue the rude wake-up call. Let me give you a tip ~ S-l-o-w d-o-w-n. There really is no rush. Thanks for visiting, Dorothy ~*~ ©Dorothy Chiotti … All Rights … More No Rush
~ X ~ Sir Winter hath his frigid tune declared With blast of snow ‘pon wind that gusteth fierce. But I, perchance, am not so unprepared My body warm with blankets nought can pierce. Though sleet and rain and pellets icy fall Upon the ground and mire where’er I go, My repast take I warmly … More Sir Winter
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