Tag Archives: blessings

Tilt

Somedays life is a little tilted. Don’t forget what is really important. I am so very grateful. I bow.

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Don’t you sea?

It was a day like any other day when everything changes and you can’t sea it. did you sea the sun rise?  The finned swimmed, and the sun rose high in the sky  and fell into the water to play … Continue reading

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Hide and seek

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Breakfast and Faith

Did you forget last night? Have you no faith? Let me remind you –  Here is dinner. If you forget again? I will always remind you, perhaps at breakfast.  

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low hanging fruit

We picked all we could reach –  low hanging fruit nourishes those who can pick it –  juice running down chins and sticky fingers holding over flowing baskets our job is done, we spy more golden orbs framed by the … Continue reading

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Rouge

two cardinals of brilliant red in a bottle brush tree of crimson fringe sing me awake How can you sleep with such a riot of Love!

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Falcon

  swift messenger of visionary power, You remind me of my father, but you teach me of the sun.

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folded

folded on the folded dreams unfold my heart

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worm wisdom

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Art

Outside the museum, a woodpecker drums a rhythm, carving the air with her sound. Her sculpture stands in the garden.

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