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Welcome the day

Do you wake up every day groaning or smiling in anticipation? Today, try making a choice to get excited. . . No matter what is going on, turn it around and turn negative feelings and thoughts to positive ones. Take the time. Enjoy your day

Poetry: Box

There is this box at times I find myself in it is not anything planned but the lid just opens…and somehow I find myself in I have had my box since being a little girl it called to me… told me I was bad…but the box would keep me safe So I would crawl into …

Poetry: Tribute to my father

To Dad on Father’s Day I remember… you being the playful, affectionate dad and all three of us piling on your back playing, laughing, loving. My father’s love. I remember… the joyful trips you took us on seeing the world doing things other kids could only dream of doing. My father’s love. I remember… you …

Lizbeth (end of the world)

They came in flocks. It all started long ago in a quiet sleepy town. Lizbeth was an innocent, a babe thrown into the wild and chaos of earth. Nobody really knows exactly what happened. But one crisp, blue morning, a scream was heard for miles. There was no mistake who was screaming. You have to …

Poetry: For the animals….

For the Animals I sit here in pain with tears gently flowing into the rivers of pain there are too many rivers where does one start? the animals are drowning does anyone hear them? There are too many rivers of pain adults have a choice they can leave reach out for help speak up, speak …

Poetry: Tribute to my mother

For Mom on Mother’s Day I Remember…. when I was in pain and/or sick, my mom was there to hold me in her arms. She gave me such feelings of safety and security and her understanding and compassionate heart knew no bounds. My mother’s love. I Remember…. when I was off to College, away from …

Poetry: Life

Spirit and I are one. I go through the fields aimlessly, searching, knowing I will arrive at my destination. I look at the trees, the birds, the beauty of Spirit’s creation. It is beautiful and I feel a oneness with all of life. I stumble, I fall. Rocks are at my feet and I cannot …

Poetry: Love’s Dance

Two beautiful tiny rivers are struggling to flow yet gradually growing, building; The blazing heat seems to stop the flow but the rivers are strong and accept, for they know the rains will come; The rains come and the shining rivers are strong and healthy and vibrant. They feel whole and complete, one with all …