southeast winds
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Rise
Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
I sit somewhat calm as the air rushes in through the open screen.
Today is like a sudden gust of spring, the air is warm and swirling from the south.
It comes to visit like neighborhood children ringing a door bell and then quickly running away as fast as they can before the door is opened.
Some haiku ~
Light parade
Soldiers standing tall
Mighty woods
Morning sun
I sit upon air
Swings swaying
Living In Light
Writing for the National Haiku Month of February /http://www.nahaiwrimo.com/
#NaHaiWriMo
walking on
push and pull to close
give spare change #
sacred pause
asking god to stay
for you too #
Inspired by Reverend Pamela Cicioni passing along Mother Teresa’s words ~
There is a Light in this World, A Healing Spirit more powerful than any darkness we may encounter…
We sometimes lose sight of this force where there is suffering, too much pain…
Then suddenly the Spirit will emerge through the Lives of Ordinary People…
Who hear the call and answer in Extraordinary ways!!!
-Mother Teresa-
Good morning from the lakeside deck –
Good morning from the lakeside deck –
February has started out cold but not below freezing so a welcome relief.
Today I’m looking forward to inherent deliberations of present and future goals. Trying to reset my world!
My morning sky lights up
In a field of soft lavender clouds
The horizon sits sparkling in strawberry clusters
Making daybreak whole
Just walking among the treetops
Eagles Flying
Time to spare. . .
Is there really such a thing~
Out and about
I made up my time today
In household shores
And taking out the recyclables
Making donations
Hauling them to the Goodwill
Afterwards carried out deliberations
Ate my morning doughnuts
Then went roaming
Down by Stella, Missouri
Trying to find eagles flying
Out and about driving
Down open roads
Spotting eagle nests
And wings flying!
A Mid-Winter Storm
A mid-winter storm approaches
On a bleak grey day
Snow
Begins falling. . .
Light as a feather
Turning
And falling
Upon hard frozen stone
Painting brown sunken earth
Into a mother lode
Making all new again
Caught up in magic
Vanquished
Acclaiming its due
Adorned
In winter’s finest
Fearless Writing Challenge
As I begin this winter season, I accept the Fearless Writing Challenge to write each day. Thank you Crescent Dragonwheel for your inspiration!
Writers Night Out
Lakepoint Restaurant on Lake Loch Lomond
Free my heart . . .
Where the mighty sky meets
Mountains strong
Rooted into dark deep earth
Facing the world
Soft gentle snowflakes
Dropping ever so slowly
Pouring out freely!
But only seen
By eyes that watch
By bodies that feel
And souls that see
Trading nothing at all
But for themselves
Falling
Softly and
Free
Listening to Silence
Time comes to me through an open door. . .
Setting on my lakeside deck
Barefoot
Grounded by woods
Air and the lake below
I hold my love for being here
Present
Now and today
Firmly rooted in my Ozarks
Where
Sky meets treetops
Where thinly scattered clouds
Shroud the sun
Where the sun makes its way up
Moving the light over my
Arms and then my face
I say – – –
Don’t move
Be still
Just listen
Hold onto this moment
I touch scared space
Finding love
I carry hope
With me forever – – –
God touches the morning
And here
I find my home
Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
Be still and know, I am here ~
God speaks to us in many ways
One is through the natural rhythms of nature
By being still and listening
By watching the morning sun rise
By feeling the crisp autumn air
By walking along a forested trail
We can feel the gentle flow of life
Tuning ourselves into God speak
Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
I have sat here since early morning
Watching for sky changes
From night lights to daylight
Watching way before dawn
Waiting for the sun’s horizon rising
Facing the morning sun
Each sun’s ray fell upon my eyes
I could trace its path in beads
I held out my cupped hands
Holding the ball of light
Spreading its rays directly to me
Autumn light ever so slanted
That it made Lake Ann’s waters
Look like flowing bronze mercury
Riding on top of a heavy breeze
From a cold front passing through
As clouds were parting
And dancing away
I saw the softness of an
Upcoming winter’s sky
I have a sense of unease
With undertones of a long goodbye
I try to refocus on life moments
Replenishing to the present now
One ~
Long
Breath
Hoping for a reset ~
Holding onto life
Push and hold ~
An on-light
Glowing green
