Photo Credit: A.A.
Please be there
For the hope
For the plans.
Please be there
For the trials and the errors
The triumphs
The sorrows
The fumbles
The sighs.
Please be there
For the small things
The bigger,
Stay dialed in
To moments long gone,
To those still to come.
Please be there
In awareness, in person,
Pay full mind
To this life.
To your life’s
Invitation.
You are one of a kind.
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When the water meets the rising soul of a new day.
Florida sunrise (Na’ama Yehuda)
There’s so much harshness and rigidity, so many difficult realities, hardened views, unyielding opinions, and limited acceptance all around, that it can be easy to forget the infinite sweetness that exists all around us.
The infinite sweetness
In a baby’s smile.
In a youngling’s antics.
In the green of an unfurling leaf.
In a stranger’s compassion.
In a perfect strawberry.
In a sip of tea on snowy days.
In the sigh of warm bath water.
In the life that sheds and lives and sheds and lives in all around us.
In the repeating revolution of this planet, hurtling as it is through space in speeds we cannot comprehend and yet are an integral part of.
The infinite sweetness of what can be remembered with nostalgia and what is hoped for and may well become — or may just, possibly, find pathways.
To infinity.
Photo Credit A.A.
Photo Credit: Y.B.
Be your best self.
The self you would expect
a child
a friend
a family member
a neighbor, citizen, fellow human
to be.
The self you know you can. Be.
Shirley Baker children draw on pavement France 1960
Find time for drawing
Pictures
On the pavement of your mind.
Remember
The dry feel of chalk on fingers
The odd satisfaction in
Colors
Merging in the rain.
Put aside the rush of feet
The soles of to-do lists
The pressures of perfection.
Pavement pictures do not require
Standards
Other than imagination and
A bit of emptiness,
A soft rock,
A hand.
Make room for pavement pictures
On the pace-space
Of your mind.
Let the squiggles free
So the sketch
You never knew was there
Could stretch
A doodle
To the sun.
Thankful
For mothering
In all its forms:
The immediate, the early, the continuous, the delayed;
The biological, the fostered, the adopted, the periodical, the incremental and the unusual;
To mothering by women, by men, by friends and neighbors, co-workers and teachers, siblings and relatives, by the kind smile of a stranger and moments of shared understanding;
To mothering by nature, by pets, by ocean waves, by breath and life’s constant flow and ebb;
To Mother Earth and Mother Moon;
To mothering of self, by self, by growth, by age and lessons learned and known …
To all of this, and more;
Thankful for mothering.
In all its forms.
Note: all photos are taken from Pintrest. If you know their original provenance I’ll be happy to add specific credits!
Find freedom in whatever small measures of peace you can.
It is yours for the freeing, yours for the making, your for the taking:
Freedom from stress, from strain, from hand-wringing worry;
Freedom from old tapes and older boxes;
Freedom from stale words and staler habits;
Freedom from harsh realities;
Freedom from histories repeated;
Freedom from bloated egos, punctured dreams, blame, sorrow;
Freedom from more-to-do-than-possible; unrealistic expectations;
Freedom from judgment–inside and out and in between;
Freedom from hate–it is not of you, never was.
Find freedom
In each breath. Each perfect petal of a flower, each song of bird;
In every new life born; all promise, all potential;
In everything you are, and everything you always had been,
but maybe forgot.
Find freedom in whatever small measures of peace around you.
It will grow.
For freedom expands like light in a mirror; multiplied.
You know.
Photo Credit: A.Asif
Find peace in quiet nature
Find peace in small things born
Find peace in flowers after winter
Find peace in green shoots grown
Find peace in human kindness
Find peace in life galore
Find peace in colors blooming
Find peace in blue-green shores
Find peace in sunshine streaming
Find peace in mornings’ glow
Find peace in smiles unexpected
Find peace in rivers’ flow
Find peace in children’s laughter
And hope in hearts who know.
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