While at puberty we haven’t yet found ourselves & lived through each day with an abundance of energy — which we had no clue what to do with — when the second puberty comes, hopefully, we've found ourselves. Have you? Or are you shaking?
"...and then the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and Autumn was awakened." ~Raquel Franco October Hunter's Moon: don't miss it.
It is not true that midlife sneaks up on you. And it’s in everyone’s best interest to read up on this and somehow prepare for the change. It’s nothing to fear and if you let it you’ll have the added benefit of the wonderful spiritual change that comes with middle age.
Mom's lovely words still float me every October & keep me afloat through the year. In time, I'll be closer to where my higher power resides. A short essay.
It's October, at last! How cool... I've been trying to sync to the frequency of the universe; been having a parallel relationship with it. Won't you dance with me? It's my birthday month!
A standing ovation to my friend Deb of nope, not pam website. She blessed us with fantastic illustrations in her A-Z project. To honor her, I'm contributing to letter Z with a photo and poem. Happy Spring, Australia!
Sarusuberi, as it's known in Japan-- which means Monkey's slide for its smooth barkless trunk-- regaled me with color last month, but I soon discovered holes in her rough trunk-- defeating its moniker. (No monkeys will ever slide off this one). Here's a poem for my tree.
There's a corollary between life and death and I attempt to express its relationship in today's poems. Hope you see what I mean. Enjoy.
Happy Autumnal Equinox, friends. Please take a moment to be reminded of something that's hard to believe, considering all our eyes see, our ears hear, and our souls feel about the world today. You'll feel better after this. Promise.
A book review for Jeff Flesch's Poetry Collection, Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow. The world would be a better place if we could all see through the eyes of this Author.
You might remember a similar post I shared last year-- while researching migratory birds for a poem I was derailed by a grave discovery. Here's another poem like that one. Protect wildlife, turn off the lights, please.
The Universe sends us lessons all the time, and messages too. I received this one to share with my audience. In the words of Jeff Foster, this is how we become warriors. Oh yes!