I wanted to give you each something today ~ so I thought about writing one of my regular morning poems to you!

To the Village Lake Writers & Poets
Of Bella Vista:

Awakening this morning ~
I find hope again.
Seeing full sunshine glistening over beautiful Lake Ann,
I become part of the glorious world that I live in.

Immersed in to my day.
For, in this moment ~
you are there,
and I am here.

Still, we are together.
Sharing in
common humanity,
existence and history.

We write.
We talk through our words.
We walk through time and place.

Go outside ~
Let your imagination soar,
step through an open door.
Walk down a garden path.
Cross a busy street corner.

Be at the exact moment of a sunrise
or sit by a nighttime campfire
or underneath a majestic legend tree.

A story needs to be held.
Shaped into existence,
offered to be told.

Sometimes, consider this ~
How would our stories sound in the wilderness,
some place out among the concert of trees?
Go ahead and sing,
read it right out loud!

Stories are truly gifts.
Given
to find the humanity in ourselves and each other.

Stories ask us,
To be a part of its texture.
To sit with it and next.
To read it—to find some joy in just the reading.

Stories become a part of who we are . . .
As we share our stories, we are invited into new relationships and build stronger communities, where we can better understand our place in this precious and glorious world.
Thank you for always sharing your stories with me! Joanie