Totem #MondayBlogs We stand on our history steady as we follow our guides navigating the wilds of a morning climb we reach new heights closer to the sun tracing worn tracks that other feet have trod before us paving the way to the new bringing comfort into adventure as we find new air to breathe … Continue reading Totem #MondayBlogs
Poetry
The Whited Sepulchre
When hypocrisy wipes out humanity
Push
There is a moment within each week that suddenly becomes an uphill battle first, the alarm set before the rising sun the softness of sleep holding me in place then, the journey from solitude and silence into color and chaos and voices pitched loud transitions usually smooth automatic predictable become a sudden culture shock in … Continue reading Push
Morning Meditations
Morning Meditations I stand in the sun breathing in the day's gratitude taking in the sleepy world before traffic awakens to the roads the doves and the bees make short work of their music while the rabbits duck in and out of hiding wildlife in the suburbs greets my awakening eyes as peace washes over … Continue reading Morning Meditations
Perfect Conditions
Perfect Conditions The sky would never have fallen if the cliffs had reached higher heights none of it would have ended in disaster if only we had been stronger, better, morewe confront every hypothetical with repentance and endless regrets donning our armor to face all the things that were never real we borrow trouble and … Continue reading Perfect Conditions
Hope #MondayBlogs
Hope #MondayBlogs The tiniest push as we climb towards the sun chasing the light that nourishes us becomes unstoppable as we break through the barriers that keep us bound the limits that seek to bury us alive we hold fast to hope indomitable in our will steadfast as we rise returning to joy as we … Continue reading Hope #MondayBlogs
Chasing Sunsets
Chasing Sunsets The hours after dinner spent on the move from one vantage point to the next as the day makes its close the sun sinks to bed but there is always another west to catch that last glimpse a dying day a magic hour chasing sunsets in a surface scramble and then comes the … Continue reading Chasing Sunsets
Stay #MondayBlogs
Stay #MondayBlogs Morning echoes with old conversations the millions of times I heard your voice the laughter and the plans and the simple nothings that live in my heart while you live no more grief is a constant companion walking at my side in her mourning clothes and church-like whispers and the prolonged seconds of … Continue reading Stay #MondayBlogs
Self-Soothing
Comfort no longer comes from community occupying a space of isolation but instead must be found in the silence within rituals soothe us through the empty hours lifting our hearts along the way - Caroline A. Slee
Winds in the East #MondayBlogs
Photo by Mostafa Ft.shots on Pexels.com Winds in the East #MondayBlogs When the die has been cast and the world catches up the shift moves to rapid pace in an impending goosestep the winds in the East push to wipe the slate clean of every dissent and blemish to create the blank canvas the art … Continue reading Winds in the East #MondayBlogs