Facing Forward, Pursuing Progress
I have plenty of moments when I don’t trust my gut. When my heart screams out, but I don’t believe that it can be right. I’m working on that, though.
I deeply value the arts, and have encouraged many to pursue that path. Even when it’s likely they’ll not attain wealth and privilege. So, this post sings to me.
So, I pray you find your place. Find the beautiful place within yourself. And share it boldly.
Posted this poem on Instagram earlier today. I love responding to challenges.
Come and follow me there, too!
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p style=”font-family:"”>Celebrate all your beauty
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p style=”font-family:"”>Pleaee, always remember how wonderful you are. Celebrate it, delight in it, share yourself with the world. Make it a better place.
My most efficient
I get so very much done
And forget beauty
There are days where i get tons of WORK done, which is all well and good. But when I forget to look around me, to grab a photo or write a poem. I notice it when wrap up the day without any new photos. Creativity is everything to me.
Cruelty is easy
Creating beauty? Hard work
This is my focus
I reject the paradigm of rage
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p style=”font-family:"”>Replacing that with kindness
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p style=”font-family:"”>Seeking all the world’s beauty
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p style=”font-family:"”>Then magnify it all
Seattle’s winter taught me something new: deserts hate me. In the deepest cold of February, as the upper left coast shivered in a frigid, deeply embrace, my skin burned. Cracking, peeling, bleeding, the lack of moisture in the air brutalized me. Far more painful that I remember.
Over the years I dreamt of journeys through the Southwest. Wandering the desert canyons, a soundtrack featuring R. Carlos Nakai, perhaps tied to a writer’s retreat, I explore the zen within the arid land. Tranquility filling my soul.
Now I fear my skin crumbling off my bones. Needing to bathe in moisturizer. Not the most pleasant imagery.
Perhaps my mind exaggerates. It often plays such tricks on me. The dream still lingers. No harm, I guess, in holding that. Maybe the tranquility compensates for the damaged skin.
Such randomness within in my mind.
Unfamiliar with R. Carlos Nakai’s music? His native flute music carries me deep within, speaking to my depths.
I think of beauty
There are so many choices
Tell me you love
Nighttime had fallen
The beauty in the darkness
Lights shining brightly
I wish each of you a peaceful and restful night. My the bright spots shining in the night inspire you, and warm your hearts.