Hold onto the light

The Glory of Hope

Sometimes we hear or see something that rattles us so deeply we experience physical pain. This week I experienced this kind of heart wrenching insight.

To be inspired like this is rare and beautiful. Opening your heart, allowing the feels of another to settle on your spirit.  I felt the vines of my inside zones grow and twist around my spine, reaching to my brain, planting itself deeply into my mind.  Listening and feeling the journey of others, I lost myself in their eyes. For a moment I could taste their world, feel their wind against my flesh and breath their air.

There are definitive moments when our life changes. When the leafy roots of another intertwine ours, wrapping their life force around and infiltrating our soil.

These thoughts are not romantic ramblings, they are a reflection on life. An expose on the wonder and awe of existence, how each of our lives intertwine.

A week of experiences culminated to the most beautiful moment. I held my Acre, my soft, loving cat in my arms as he slowly fell asleep. As I petted him I thought about how I had never held him in a such a way. How much I will miss him when he passes. How much I love him.

The world is a hard place, so dark and dreary. It is horrific in many ways, sometimes it feels like there is no end to the evil, terror and pain. So much cruelty enacted upon others, so much flesh torn and ripped, it is easy to fall prey to the idea, that our world is a nightmare.

There is more than darkness, more than unyielding agony, more than all-consuming fear. Look about the room and you will see a simple golden light. With this light we can have faith there is good in the world, beauty in life and a purpose to the pain. Hold it tightly and don’t let go. Hold on to the light for it will give you Hope that you will feel love, life and the glory of goodness.

 

People in your Life – Read some delightful poetry!

people

People in your Life

 

How wonderful are the people in your life?

Are they marvelous?

loving?

spectacular?

Do they fill your inside zones with joy?

Are they the delicious cream of your soft scrumptious eclair?

Do they own your heart and soul?

Did you give this as a gift?

or were your bones broken as they peeled your fingers back?

to snatch and grab your heart from  your battered and beaten hand.

Do they bounce your soul like an old rubber ball?

Like they don’t care about it at all?

letting it fly this way and that, bouncing down the bleak empty hall.

or do they nestle it against their chest?

cuddling

kissing

Loving it for All

 

You want me to do something – Poem

 

 

Threes a bean and his girlfriend Snur

Threes a bean and his girlfriend Snur

 

Three’s a bean 

and silly to be

He likes cats and furs 

and especially his girl friend Snur

 

She likes big fancy things

and things that sing

She likes love and likes and really fast bikes

and especially her big boy friend Three.

 

Together they were a pair

Living like two beans in a snare.

They danced and pranced 

and moved with glee.

 

Sometimes they would leave their trap

to follow a map

traveling to places

from here to there

They would see things 

Having fun and such

Holding hand in hand

protecting each other from the hot covered sand.

 

One day

which is now

They left for a trip

Together just the two

Walking from here to there

and there to there

they found spiky, pokey burly bur cover land

It was there, there was no way round

only option was to go back from where they were found

 

With smiles on their face

and anticipation on their brow

they tip toed here and there

avoiding this and that

as they walked this sticky stucky place with their shoe-less feet

 

Three the bean began to find things with his feet.

OW!

He said

OOOH!

WEEE!

WOAH

OH I THINK THESE THINGS ARE STUCK IN MY TOE!

 

Snur stopped and turned

her face was filled with concern

She knelt close to take a look.

surely whirly there it was, that burly bur was sticking stuckly right from that bulgingly big toe!

 

She said:

It

This thing

This thing I see

It sticks out

for everyone to see!

It so big, bigger than big

Its enormous! How were you able to step on something so huge?

 

The eyes of Three widened

His eyes filled with fear, how bad could this be?

With a weakened soft voice he said:

That thing

That’s what you see?

It sticks out?

Its so big? How can this be?

How will I ever go free?

 

She pondered and thought

then one idea came

it was with her fingers

that she would set him free

with two fingers pinching

she sure did squeeze

Snur pulled that big ol’ bur

and threw it into the leaves

after a single moment 

they both could see

he, Mr Three the bean was finally free!

 

Looking ahead

A long trip they saw

Burs and sticks and stones dotted as far as their eye could spy

Snur looked at Three’s clumsy feet

Though they were big, though she loved their strength

knew he was no acrobat

surely he would step on every burly bur as he walked through the burs and sticks and stones

 

With a welcoming smile Snur said:

Come here my big fine man

Come take my hand

Come climb my back

Come be my sac pack

Let me 

your girlfriend Snur

carry you pass all these burs.

 

In our Life – Poem

 

 

Romance – Body of Life

romance

Romance Life

Romance is a feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love.

Silver and gold garland wreathed around the needle-sharp Christmas tree. An array of glass and plastic ornaments hung from hooks like stems of fruit on the pine branches. Spiraling luminescence gracefully undulated from a string of rainbow lights.  A sparkle caped angel rested atop the lush tree, but it was the brilliantly wrapped gifts tied with bows that were the culmination of excitement.

Hundreds of cookies rested in old popcorn tins. Homemade fudge, pies, cakes and all sorts of scrumptious treats were in abundance. The house was a Christmas treasure land, my mother made sure of that. Each year she made everyone’s favorite, mine were fork mashed peanut butter, snicker doodle and chocolate chip cookies. The experience was one of love, in the moment and in memory.

These lessons, memories, moments are the foundation of how Me-of-the-Past and Me-Now romance life. I desire for my relationships to show love in the same way my mother showed how to romance the holidays.  Find the beauty in the world around you, and you will be filled with it.

When filled with beauty, we accept and nurture hope. We can take this small gift and place it into the palm of those we love. By passing even a spark we can ignite a great fire and inspire a conflagration of joy, peace and harmony.

All actions may have great return. The love shown to me, expressed by my mother, has, continues and will continue to enrich my life.

 

It Slides – Poem

it slides

Its Slides

It slides and slips

moving swiftly between our finger tips

grains of sand,

like time, our lives spill through our hand

as our love slips away

 

it disappears before our eyes

falling to the floor

against the stone

bouncing away

hiding, leaving us forever

 

falling in love is a moment of beauty

a rush, a flash of light, fireworks and fun

 

When the love is done, its gone in a shadow

a heavy blanket

an emptiness inside…

 

…a sad farewell

 

Links

Simply Gorgeous – Poem

Feels

Feels – Poem

Feels

Feels

Today was a day of many thoughts and explorations. I considered much and spoke to plenty of people. It was a good day filled with all sorts of feels.

There was a poem that crossed my mind. My heart spilled, but its blood was thin, only thick enough to grant the writing form. It was raw, rough and without shape. It lacked the slide and glide needed for it to roll off the lip.

The spirit addressed love, life and the relationships between. It asked questions about life’s stepping stones, how we are servants to the soles of our lover’s feet. We mark a place, a spot, a temporary location for those we love, until another is found… to lead them closer to that one… true… love.

The poem sung a song, a friendly ballad, one that smiles and laughs and is jolly… even at night. It was a song that could bring an end even to a terrifying fright.

It said we are servants to love, that it fits us like a glove and flies as sweetly as a beautiful white dove.

It said we all give, a gift received… and a gift granted. A glory to be thankful for…   A magnificence to cherish, a significance to acknowledge and its brilliance to brighten our days.

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Memories – Reflections