Maturity is synonymous with optimism. Not the kind we experienced when we were the young ones; the kind that makes us raise a knowing eyebrow. We're ready for the change.
You know how gifted Jeff is & how enamored I am with his newly released book of poetry. Did you read my review? *wink* But are you aware he has a collaborative project? & today he is featuring one of MY poems on his website. Come see which inspired it.
The change occurring outwardly does not compare with the inward change that’s leading, making you wiser, showing you new things. Embrace it!
"...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!
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.
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!
In her dVerse pub prompt, Poetics: There's a Word For That, Mish asks if I suffer from logolepsy. Funny! No, I don't suffer from it; I relish in it: love the foreignness of the words in my mouth. Do you suffer? I chose 3 words. Read to see how I used them. xo