The morning after the blessings of white, I rose with the sun, but the pavement, lulled by the hush, was unaware morning had broken. It was very cold but I hardly noticed. *double-wink*
This is a remake of an essay that all but one kind person read. No biggie. It was long. Here I present it to you, shortened into prose. Hope you give it a read this time. Have you heard? The world is due for an upgrade...
Selma's into poetry -- syllabic poetry! The forms I've chosen to share with you today feel as relaxing as when I'm with a knitting needle, counting stitches. That's what makes this form fun to write. I hope you enjoy them.
A short poem about how we're more alike than different: the poem is complemented by an article on compassion, which offers practical examples of how we can be more accepting of each other. All these points help us to understand the characteristics of compassion. I hope you enjoy it.
It was no fun being ripped away from you so unexpectedly. I missed so many milestones. I missed you! But now I'm back, just in time for Easter Monday. I wish to continue to forge ahead with the beautiful relationship we've started and in my most ordinary of ways, try to add value to your days every time I send you an email. Thank you for still being here. I appreciate you and wish you Miracles.