Gratitude

Open up your heart

Practice a little gratitude

All you have been blessed with

Making note will change your attitude.

A simple cup of coffee

Thanks be to all being who made it happen

A smile on a child’s face

The joy when they are laughing.

Snowflakes falling, swirling about

Cold grey skies above

Being able to play in white fluff

Skiing, skating, doing the things you love.

A job, a career

A place to work and grow

Colleagues who are kind and caring

Learning to accept and let go.

Health, wellness, and well being

Enables us to share with others

Gifts of loving kindness

Sharing wisdom passed down from ancestral mothers.

Let’s practice this all year long

And live in our place of gratitude

Let’s remember to care for self

And create those shifts in attitude.

 

 

 

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132 pieces

I don’t know what happened baby

To what once was me and you

It’s not just in a few pieces, baby

I counted them, it’s more like 132.

No, I don’t know what happened baby

To that time that keeps on sliding by

I sure don’t like this broken feeling, baby

It ain’t so low, but it’s far from feeling high.

Won’t you tell me what happened baby

Cause it used to be you + me = 1, not 2

I can’t do the math no more

I just keep missing what was once you.

Let’s see what happened baby

Find us a new kind of super glue

Cause these pieces don’t fit together

We are broken apart baby, in pieces numbering 132.

132 pieces that need sticking back together

132 pieces that may fly off in the wind

132 pieces, broken since I don’t know when

132 pieces baby, look at me cry

132 pieces, we still need to try.

 

 

Tears

What does it feel like

When those hot salty tears

Escape and run down cold cheeks

And why do they have to make the journey

Day after day after day.

You would think that maybe, just maybe

One day could go by

Where they weren’t making the journey.

But still every day

Like clockwork

Slipping, sliding down

Saline tears leak from eyes

Finding new wrinkles and avoiding old paths

They meander.

It feels like brokenness, heartbreak, fear, and anger

It tastes like despair, like nothing will ever change

And the tears, they shine like loneliness

The killer we all try not to recognize

For who is to blame when it comes to being lonely?

So the tears will continue their cascade

Like the world will spin

The sun will rise and set

And the moon will chase after her

From now until forever

Tears will fall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams

In my dreams

The mother comes to me

And she whispers

You can change this

You can make a difference.

I wake with tears in my eyes

And wonder why, how, when.

The next night she comes again

You must, the mother said, have faith.

Yet, once again I awake in tears

Wondering, where does faith come from?

More dreams, more tears

This time, she whispers

Just let go.

If you fall, I will catch you.

If you slide, I will pick you back up

If you fail, I will comfort you

Until you are ready

Ready to try again.

Uncertainty

Uncertainty

She follows me

Down the path

Around the corner

Through the jungle of challenges.

She whispers in my ear

“You never know….”.

She scares me sometimes

Even though she is right

I don’t know what is around the corner

Down the path

Through the jungle

Lurking in the near future.

But, sometimes her sibling

Faith appears.

Faith holds my hand

And tells me not to worry.

She stands right in front of uncertainty

Blocking her way

No more whispers can be heard.

Sometimes Faith holds her ground

Day after day.

Other times I call for her

And she seems to have slipped away.

“Faith”, I cry, “come to me!”

But if Faith is busy

And it looks like Uncertainty

Is winning the whisper war,

I can call on others, like astonishing Hope

The shimmery beauty of Love

and

The golden promises of Ease.

The siblings that guarantee

A moment or two of calm,

Or even tranquility

No matter Uncertainty’s presence.

 

 

 

Dream of Spring

You can dream of spring

Green grasses

Gentle breezes

Bulb flowers emerging

Anytime, you can escape

To the dream of spring.

The time of year when everything seems new

Showers wash away the ice

The mud doesn’t bother you

And you make plans for summer.

You can wash the coverings

Of the long cold winter

And hang them up to dry.

Another season passed

Another shift

Time for the new to emerge.

Cold Snap

All around her the freezing air swirled

She was certainly ready

Dressed in her winter armor

Her many layers of protection.

Yes, she could handle the cold,

The dark

The loneliness.

After some time passed, she awoke to the reality

Maybe, she wasn’t ready for how hard it would be

To see the path before her

To travel here alone

And so

Her vision became clouded by the remnants of the past.

She realized, standing in that biting, swirling cold

She had to let go.

The only way to see herself through this cold snap

Was to let go of control

And trust in all that was beyond her knowledge

The transcendent

The ineffable

The power beyond herself.

Surely, this would bring her safely through

The blinding cold snap of her life.