poetry
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Kindred Spirits
I seek companions who notice the stars Those Wildflowers investigators and wondered-eyed bug observers Companions who pause to watch a bird a snail who stand in awe as they look up at any tree Who trace the edges of a cloud marveling at the mastery These kindred spirits are of my kind living quietly among… Continue reading
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Invitations
There are many invitations in a day Invitations to rest, by a window, with a book, holding a hand Invitations to notice, the bee on the flower, the shape of a cloud, the smile of a stranger Invitations to be present, to the colors, to the moment, to the person Invitations to work, to care… Continue reading
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Marking the Moment
It has always been true, that significant seasons, ones of pain, growth, courage, transformation, are hard to share with others in a way that they, too, see the miracle that grew within you. I just recently closed the book on a season of true pain and significant healing. And I want to mark it with… Continue reading
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To be the Field
Perhaps it is not the wildflowers I long to be But the wide open field A place for wild to grow or cultivate I want to be ground soft with rain and minerals Hard with ice and drought At times Covered with flowers which people wonder at At other times simply a field of grass… Continue reading
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Just a Chapter
Sometimes you imagine a season of your life will be an entire book only to see it end and realize it was just a small chapter In an even greater story Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 