Thoughts on the Desiderata
Forging ahead
It's never quite the expected: the stranger speaking your words the birds snuggled against the window keeping me company while I cook the rabbits dancing along the street aheadthere's an energy that continues finding ways to whisper against the noise angels in unexpected forms a reminder that you were here and that you are still … Continue reading Angels
We choose the joy of the open air all sunshine and snowy peaks and the sweet grasses blooming underfoot we choose the joy of a departure from the everyday leaving our worries far behind ascending to the light - Caroline A. Slee
I haven't done one of these #FridayPhilosophy posts in a very long time, and I don't have a specific theme as I normally would. We have fourteen school days left (including today), so it is safe to say that the only driving thought is that I'm hanging on by a thread! 😀 Today also marks … Continue reading #Friday Philosophy 05/16/2025
the flowers reclaim the space that is their own thriving in the sun what was dormant returns revived, but slow to wake flowing like water to heal the souland the universe shiftsthe stars align life blooms fully against all odds as we close out the noise take a deep breath and step into the new … Continue reading The Universe Shifts
The view is waiting for the eyes that watch it as sunrise climbs over aching beauty the wind sends waves across the sky as an empty chair greets the morning and the view remains unseen - Caroline A. Slee
We Cannot See We cannot see the future nor beyond the curve ahead trapped in a present cage battering our wings against our limits the light does not illuminate but burns in a destructive glow as we stumbly blindly in what we only hope is forward motion we cannot see beyond the dreams that drag … Continue reading We Cannot See
Like Water For even stone relents to the endless flow as water rushes and rolls through the narrow and the wide shifting shape to relentlessly move downstream into an open vastness to mirror the skies clouds at our feet and clouds above holding space like water - Caroline A. Slee
Surprise! It’s not poetry