Showing posts with label Hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hope. Show all posts

Can You Be Still?

Friday, November 5, 2010

“Be still my child, do not move.” In the stillness of the moment she heard the warning but heeded not the words. With the flip of a hand, as if to say, “Oh bother,” she ventured on. One-step, two-step, forward was her progress. Yet, in the back of her mind the words did echo, “What do you mean be still, I’m on a journey?”

As she turned she could see the mountains from whence she came and recalled the laborious trek to where she now stood. A glorious trek full of visual titillations and simple relics, carried now in the small pack upon her back. There had been no need for grandeur or amassing more than she what she need, just a simple memorable journey. “Be still my child, do not move,” again came the warning.

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Do You Hear a Rythmic Chant?

Tuesday, October 12, 2010



I long to just become still. To quiet my wandering ways, take time out and merely be. I seek the ability to explore my soul and revel in all that I have been. Forever doomed I wander and the universe calls my name. Move; forever move. Where does stillness really lie? 

With the whisper of the universe I shutter but continue on my way. There is no place I truly can call home and no place to be just me. With the dawning of the sun I arrive, watch silently from a far and then with darkness I am gone. Can you tell I was even there?

With the wandering comes solitude, no friend’s can I simply call. I smile at you, I kiss your feet but loneliness is what I see. Never noticing you walk past leaving footprints etched in sorrow. I will cover up your sorrow, erase away the footprints and with the setting of the sun, slip away. Am I not your friend?

I enunciate no words of wisdom but rather call to you with a rhythmic chant. I chant for you to listen, to hear my calming lull. Close your eyes, breath slowly; allow my cadence to answer the questioning of your soul. Can I not be the rhythm of your being?

This description is what I though of  when I saw the picture above. The wave to me reflects the stillness we all long to have. When we are not still it is as though we forgot our way home. Not finding home leaves us with the sorrow of solitude, but if we listen…

Close our eyes, breath slow and hear the rhythmic chant; I feel certain its cadence will calm our questioning souls.

Because if you don't listen...


Today may you actually listen to and hear your very own rhythmic chant.

Peace….

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Sunday's Ripples; Are yours in Color?

Sunday, September 19, 2010


There by the fountain pond, in a beautiful tree lined park sat a woman. She had come to the park to escape the dullness of her life. “Get out be alive,” she thought but the dullness only jaded her view.  Looking out into the vast landscape her eyes found the pond. “Where has all my color gone?”

She gazed deep with in the water, as if the pool of liquid held a clue. The deeper she stared, the darker the water grew. “You hold no color, only fathoms on my soul,” she cried. “Where is my color?” again she asked.

It was then a ripple in the water gently ambled into view, and with the ripple came a color. White, she knew to some was not a color, yet to her contrasting the darkness it would do. It was a change. With the ripple came another and another, “Why do ripples have your color?” she asked.

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Do You Have a Web?

Friday, September 17, 2010

Up before the sun, she sat on the deck lost in thought. Her mind was slowly being transported to a dull sense of numb. Muttering, “I’m tired,” she now thought sleep must be against her too. “I have had enough and need to go in,” thus standing to prove her point. This was when a golden glisten caught her eye. “Wow, where did that come from?” she asked out loud.

The patio light angled just enough to see the over night creation. There in the corner of her window a small spider had chose to dwell. In one night it had created this gorgeously woven web of wonder and the light made it look like gold. “You were up later than I and look at what you have made,” she said smiling, rambling back inside.

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The Cycle of the Tree

Saturday, August 28, 2010

It was the first signs of autumn. Cool, sunny days with slightly chilly nights. The trees were letting go of their foliage one leaf at a time and the squirrels had started their gathering dance as they raced to collect their winter stash. “Yes, winter is not far,” she thought as a single leaf fell past her window.

Watching as it traveled downward in a slow, gentle sway, back and forth, she knew. In her heart she knew; it was looking for a softer place to fall. “Has the tree even noticed you are gone?” she questioned. To her, the leaf paid no mind and now lay solely on the ground.

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The Whisper of the Wind

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Standing eerily still, toes balancing precariously on the jagged edge, the dark black fissure seemed evil. Scared yet curious, she slowly lowered her eyes to within. There in the emptiness of the abyss she felt it, unspeakable darkness; a darkness that could eat your soul.  Suddenly, without provocation, in a wickedly evil voice came a verbal attack. “You will not make it to the other side.”

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Listen to Words But Hear The Tone

Monday, August 2, 2010

Sitting in a local coffee shop a lady was deep in nothing thoughts. Thoughts we allow to enter our consciousness just to fill the emptiness. Scanning the rest of the thoughtless patrons her eyes stopped on a very business like woman sitting alone against a street view window. “What nothing thoughts was she thinking, why was there such a lost look on her face?”

Not wanting to get caught staring in questionable wonder the lady looked away. It was as her eyes settled back on the dancing liquid rings in her cup she heard the entry bell ring; another thoughtless patron had arrived. The lady noticed the shadow as it passed her seat but paid it no mind, “heading to the restroom,” she imagined. But the thought was broken by the sound of a voice, “Mary, how have you been, I haven’t seen you in long time?”

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I Have to Ask, Are Those Your Shoes?

Thursday, July 22, 2010

The past three days had been full of storms, making for a bleak existence. Today she was glad to see the sun finally back peeking in her window as if to say, “I’m back, today will be brighter you will see.” Today, OMG I’m late, get up.

She did not think of anything at the time except, don’t be late. She paid no mind to the outfit she selected or how her makeup lacked styling. “Just cover the remnants of sleep,” she thought. As her final act she grabbed a pair of shoes from the floor, slipped them on and out the door she went.

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Optimism: I'm in Training

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Are you an optimist, is your sun always shining? It is a wonderful thing when one can be so positive that even the largest mountain seems climbable, I am not that person. I fear I am an optimistic trainee, a sun seeker in training. I have to ask, did you go through optimism training?

Being optimistic I realize for some is just a fact of birth, for others it is a learned skill and to those I ask, how do you achieve this skill? I try my best but I do not feel I’m honing this skill as efficiently as I could be.

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Mother Nature: The Sun Is Shining

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Ah, the joy and agony of what spring has to bring for us. I do not know about you, but where I am for the first time in a month the sun is shining. It arose in an array of beautiful colors, the sky then became crystal clear blue and for once I did not need to wrap a blanket around me to get to my robe. Just looking out the window and seeing this sky gives my heart a ray of hope brighter days are coming.

It has been a long, hard winter for most of us Americans and warm, bright, sunny days are just what the doctor ordered. It brings out the hidden smiles we have been storing up all winter, makes us feel happy, and in general just changes our outlook on the day. Spring does have its challenges though and best we not forget; “in like a lamb, out like a lion.” Mother Nature tends to remind us in every season who really is the boss.

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Adversity: Alice in Wonderland Carried No Luggage

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

"Adversity" as defined in the Oxford dictionary: misfortune, woe, affliction, negative, trouble, hard times and tribulation. I enter this definition as a starting point to what is true and what is not. So many times in our lives we are challenged with adversity, the negative, the hard times and way to often, the tribulations. But one has still to remember that for every negative there lays a positive.

When we look at the mere definition of just one word and not place that word into any context, can we truly understand the meaning? It is like looking in a mirror from the far left or right, you tend to see what is being reflected from a skewed vantage point, not what is being reflected from the other angles. This what I mean when I say context. Now replace the word adversity with any situation in your life that fits the definition and image you are seeing the situation from the ceiling not from where you enter the room. Things tend to look a little different when you remove yourself from the normal angle and replace it with an entirely new vantage point.

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