Glorious November-unions-re-unions

A month of:

UNIONS

and

RE-UNION.

What do these words mean to YOU?

Exactly what you THINK they mean!

TOXIC PEOPLE

I think in our need for connection,
we tend to reach out
and let people into our world
that are toxic,
and can only bring us down.

These are people that are unhappy within themselves
and therefore,
must sub-consciously
drag everyone else down around them
with their misery--
Hence I will be doing a very THOROUGH cleaning of my "friends",
and only keeping those
That help lift me up and make me want to be a better person...

Time to pull back those black drapes
and stop looking through the crotch of the world.
Time to open the windows wide
and see the COLORS
WITH THE WORLD!

4eva Light
AoML2Y

In My Sky as I Fly....What is in Yours?

ADIEU

For you are beautiful
And I loved this land so dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I was frightened and cold
Within your walls,
But the land and its swell
I Loved more dearly
More dearly than spoken word can tell

Your hummocks and hills
Your fox and coons
And dainty floral swoons

Adieu Adieu BerryStone Farm
I loved you dearly...Adieu

Adieu BerryStone Farm

That feather
It lies close to your heart
Protect it
Remember
Symbol of lightness
4 Eva

“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”

Farewell

They are just scribbles on a wall...



By the back door...
My kids growing up so tall.



Some pictures and the names are missing...
But I can guess who it is...
ALL OF THEM
So sooo tall...



Born as such tiny babes
Cradle in my arms
Nursed at my breast



Now so strong
Healthy
Tall
Three of them in All



Farewell, these scribbles on the wall
I Love my children ALL
Someone will paint over this mess
But it won't cause me to think of it less.

My beautiful children
Sent on their way
Young adults
In this worldy fray

But we taught them right
Their father and I
Though not together
We sure did try.

But we realized
For OUR CHILDRENS sake
A marriage for us
Was not to make.

So, Out of the fire
We so did inspire
Our beautiful children
To Laugh and to Love
To accept the gift
From Above

In the end
It wasnt for ME
It wasnt for HIM
IT was THEM, OUR CHILDREN
That we split up in the End

We couldnt drag them through
That mess anymore
They knew...
They wanted peace even more.

So now,
All of them
Are happy
Healthy
Inspired to Love
Because we showed them
Acceptance
And the give from above.

The fog wrapped the trees
In a soft enveloping blanket
Sending my thoughts drifting
To a happier time.

Long ago
English class
On a bus

Driven around bumpy
Gravel roads
Asked to write
That which came to mind.

My thoughts were young and silly
More interested in young men
Grumpy that I
Was being forced to write
With not a sensible thought at hand.

But still
I remember THAT day
A thick fog upon the land
Wafting up
Steamy and dreary like
From the dimly lit pond

And always now
When I see the fog
I feel the remembrances
Of that day

Sleepy teenagers
Freshly showered
Soapy smells
and maybe some not

So long ago
So innocent
Memories always with me
As I go

Time has a way of passing
Slipping
Rushing and sometimes
Meandering away
We wonder what happened
But we were there for each minute
Yet we don’t know
We ponder
Where did time go?




So we reflect on our past
Seeing the beauty,
But also
Searing pain
and
We make a choice
To move forward
With time
Leaving the past behind
Making a new beginning
Extracting from the pulverizing
Removing our inner self from it

Moving on
Flowing with time
Away from that which does not work

With a softer sense
of
Who we are
and
What we can be
Facing eternity

YOU did ME WRONG!!! Yet now I can Love ANOTHER MORE FREELY

Though its way is to strike
In a dumb rhythm,
Stroke upon stroke,
As though the heart
Were an anvil,
The hurt you sent
Had a mind of its own.

Something in you knew
exactly how to shape it,
To hit the target,
Slipping into the heart
Through some wound-window
Left open since childhood.

While it struck outside
It burrowed inside,
Made tunnels through
Every ground of confidence.
For days it would lie still
Until a thought would start it.

Meanwhile, YOU forgot,
Went on with things
And never even knew
How that perfect
Shape of hurt
Still continued to work.

Now a new kindness
Seems to have entered time,
And I can see how that hurt
Has schooled my heart
In a compassion I would
Otherwise have never learned.

Somehow now
I have begun to glimpse
The unexpected fruit
Your DARK gift had planted
And I thank you
For your unknown work.

John O'Donahue

In my youth, I was sensitive
Sweet
Caring
Accepting and trusting...

Out of the pain YOU GAVE to me
My youthful senses have developed
More fully
More deeply
Springing outward
Reaching...arms widespread
To LOVE ANOTHER....

Yes, Thank YOU!

Inquiring Minds would like to know....

You can imagine an arrow in flight, toward a target.

For the arrow to reach the target, the arrow must first travel half of the overall distance from the starting point to the target. Next, the arrow must travel half of the remaining distance.

For example, if the starting distance was 10m, the arrow first travels 5m, then 2.5m.

If you extend this concept further, you can imagine the resulting distances getting smaller and smaller. Will the arrow ever reach the target?

I LOVE....

Fog..the misty dampness
As you slip your hand in mine..
The warmth envelopes me
As your kiss drifts across time.

Wispy tendrils
Gently sweep
Curling, intertwining
Feelings so very deep.

The lightness
That a dainty feather brings
The meanings are a paradox
With what your life sings

The memories drift through
wafting on lifes ocean waves
Holding a special place
Wishing the best for you.

May you have what you desire
AoML2Y4eva

I am...

The wildness
The freedom
That only the Phoenix knows
The wildness
The freedom
The SOULFUL PEACE
From which my love flows

I am....the Phoenix

My soul....

A deep and lonely place
Reaches for the sky
Expressed in feelings of the heart
and mind

Wrapped up
Intertwined...

An understanding
A place of peace
Home
My heart,
My soul
At peace
At HOME
4 EVA

AoML2U4eva

If you always do
what you've always done,
you'll always get
what you've always gotten."

Most people....

Are on the world
NOT IN it.
Having no concious sympathy
or
relationship to anything about them
Undiffused...separate
and ridgity alone
like marbles of polished stone
touching but separate.

john muir

Feathers...

...I find them everywhere!!!

On a morning walk
Light
Airy
Free

A gentle scent
Remains with me
Sensual
Desirous
Light
Airy
Free

I share the beauty
That you keep
Hidden in your heart
So very, very deep

A common bond
A pleasant place
Rocks and Leaves
Lines and Ripples
Gazing up at autumns trees

Fire in the sky
Days well spent
Be at peace....

AoML2U4eva

Simply Innocent

Innocent

Sincere, Honest and Straightforward

Take me as I am

Simply Innocent

AoML2U4eva

Journey

Life is a Journey
Through which we all must pass
We can choose the path
We can change the course

Yet we do not have a choice
About JOURNEYING through life
Through which we ALL must pass

Choose your path wisely
Be light as a feather
In your soul...
...Find happiness

CM2ME

Journey with me

AoML2Y4eva

Don't Judge.....

...A Book by its Cover.

You better be paying attention to the contents!
Because what it SAYS on the outside
Isnt necessarily what it actually PRODUCES!

There is a reason for HISTORY lessons!!!!

Beliefs

Everything you see and experience is run through your own set of beliefs, and these help shape a set of meanings, feelings and emotions.


So, in a sense, what you think and feel is largely driven by your beliefs.


What if you have an overly negative belief?

And what if you have a belief based on fear or loss?

And what if you have a belief that's just plain WRONG?

What about a belief that is RIGHT even though OTHERS are telling you it is wrong?

Cm2me....b @ peace

Which way?

Go THAT WAY.....



GO THIS WAY....



A PONDERANCE....or is it a PONDEROUS DANCE???????