Happy middle of the week to all. Hello. So we've finally arrived at the last day ofJuly. It was a busy month and truth be told, this is the limit…
***A repost from 2021ESSAYLesson learned from The Age of Miracles. What it Was Like Then A long time ago, I was young and had more time on my hands than…
A nature prose poem that hopes to enhance on the sanctity of life that's conspiring to keep you safe. There is no crime--life's pledge to you; what's yours to life?
A past, scars, and embarrassment-- we all have them. So when that carousel of dreams comes along, bearing sepia photos, heed the call. Count your blessings and surrender.
We live. We learn. We remember. We grow. No redos but if you do it with your whole heart you become the best version of yourself. That’s my hope for you. xo
For many years, I lived a safe and tethered life-- loving my creator and the world, until I was introduced to my first philosophy class. Little by little, I started to feel smarter than the creator of all things; so smart that I started to question and test my God. What kind of God -lets children starve? -lets people get sick and die? -lets bad things happen to good people? The innocent faith of the child that lived in me was confronted with questions too large. My God-fearing parents prayed for me. And then, I wrote God a Dear John letter.
Neither one thing nor the other, but something betwixt and between-- the “liminal” spaces that linger in places, situations, relationships and life. This poem is written for someone particular in my life. This person might never read this, but that's fine; let it exist in the liminal edges out there. Enjoy.
All Rights Reserved © Selma Martin 2021 It's not easy to do, but try to stay the course even in the midst of hardships. How? By choosing to live in the moment. Hope you enjoy this one.
On the alwayswrite blog owned by Marsha Ingrao she runs a Photographing Public Art Challenge (PPAC) that I knew nothing about. But thanks to the lovely photo image I added…
A poem: Aye, but do you understand her chutzpah and gentility? Inspired by a lovely picture prompt.
"The blue moment-- it comes on like torrents of grace, unexpected, unannounced, and will forever live in your memory. A gift of the spirit." ~ Kent Nerburn