Blessings and a Whisper

Photo: Sue Vincent

 

Lush grass now grew over the span of stones, though none had grown there in the many years when the passage of feet had mowed and flattened any seedling that had found a crack in which to nestle.

The water gurgled as it had, though, flowing like a ribbon of careless abandon underneath. Incoming. Through. Not one look back. Away.

She wondered if the fish silvering in the stream were the descendants of the ones who’d flapped among the rocks and dove out of the reach of all manner of two-legged hunters. Their instincts certainly remained the same.

Like hers.

Honed by years of flight, and generations of bare escape from calamity and disaster and all manner of two-legged hunters’ spread of misery.

For centuries the stones of the old bridge had been the thoroughfare of goods and news — both good and not — from isolated farms to the town’s market and from the town into the farms, and in that order. It had withstood war and fights and blight and playful dares and cruel shove-overs. It streamed with rain and baked with sun and creaked with ice and endured more than one direct hit of lightning. It had heard the laughter of small children and the cries of same, sometimes not much later after. Where rugged wheels and heavy hooves had carved ruts of rattling passage, now weeds took hold to cover any sign of man.

It stood deserted, and perhaps relieved, since the new and wider bridge was built a bit further downstream. The modern pathway accommodated simultaneous travel in both directions as it carried the weight of the machines that belched dark stains onto its tar.

She’d been warned against attempting to put any weight on the old bridge. They all were. “It’s held by no more than blessings and a whisper,” her grandmother had cautioned. “One step onto the wrong stone and it could collapse.”

And yet, it had outlasted both Grandmother’s life and Mother’s and seemed poised to outlast hers, as well. Perhaps blessings and a whisper were better mortar than the speeding up of time.

“And you don’t have much long to wait to outlast me,” she murmured as she walked to the water and bent to dip her palm. Cold.

As she would be, sans blessings or a whisper, before much more water churned indifferently along, passed under the bridge, and was gone.

 

 

 

For Sue Vincent’s WritePhoto Challenge

 

In These Hands

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

In these hands

Is held the future,

Made of blooms

That kept their oath.

In these hands

Is held the fruit of

Sun’s long labor,

Fed by rain

And nature’s growth.

In these hands

Is cupped the sweet taste

Of confection,

And the marvel

That is bounty

And is beauty

And is both.

 

 

 

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Hands

 

 

I’d Rather Find Rainbows

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

I would rather be joyful

I’d rather hold hope.

I’d rather find rainbows

(Won’t dismiss pots of gold).

I’d rather know light

In the dawn

In the dusk,

Feel the song of the earth

As it peals in my heart.

 

 

 

For The Photo Challenge

Renewal Blessing

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As all life renewed is celebrated

in birth, rebirth, and freedom,

May your life be filled with flourish

and may color glad your heart.

May the wheels of time spin softly

taking you on sun-warmed rides,

And may you know that love, completely,

Blooms and overflows inside.

Light onto Light

In this time of longest darkness

May you be lit from within.

In the longest night and coldest

May your heart warm full with gleam.

May the light of endless lanterns

Candles

Oil lamps

Many flickers

Single glow

Fill your world with bright and shimmer

As the days begin to grow

 

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solstice blessing

 

 

Giving Thanks

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For all the things that merit gratitude,

Let there be many thanks.

For all the wonders that fill hearts

And gladden souls,

Let there be thanks.

For the bounty of all blessings:

For the smiles,

The newborn children,

The rediscovery of

Newfound hopes

And boundless potential

For growth,

Let there be thanks.

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For it is not joy that

Makes us grateful,

But the thanks

that bring us

Joy.

 happy thanksgiving

A Leaf to Life

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As Fall arrives and with it change

May the color of your life enrich.

As trees turn green to yellow

orange

purple

red

May your life rainbow full ahead.

As weather shifts from

heat to cool

May your life find new pace

warm place.

As forests whisper on the wind

leaf to leaf in passing flow

May your path unfold

and all potential show.

As new years open

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May your life’s sweetness grow.

As blessings swirl

In honey and in harvest’s glow

May your life plenty

know.

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Laughter Medicine

There is something utterly contagious about laughter, especially the belly-laugh of children, the hilarity of babies and giggling infants, the impossible delight of guffawing kids …

Laughter rarely fails to make me laugh!

So am sharing this video — with a practically sure-proof laughter-guarantee — in case you need some laughter-medicine today …

Baby Laughing at Torn Paper…

May no day pass without points of merry,

and may there be laughter in your heart, each night, each morning,

each precious day. 

Merry be.