Wordless Wednesday ~ Daffodil Kaleidoscope

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Thankful Tuesday

1.  Graceful daffodils, encouraging spring harbingers.

2.  Time and space to sort out feelings and finding clarity thru writing.

3.  Shy sunshine, welcomed warmth (both body and soul).

4.  Gentle heart nudges to slow down, breathe and be.  

5.  New favorite Hope quote:  "Memory is a sacrament of Hope." ~ Kathleen Fischer

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Why Do I Write?

Why do I write?

Because it is my gift.
Because it is my curse.
Because I enjoy it.
Because it sometimes pulls on me until I do.
Because it helps me stay sane.
Because it helps me find clarity.
Because it helps me understand.
Because it helps me regroup.
Because it helps ground me.
Because it helps me find my voice.
Because it helps me find a way to express myself in alignment with my values.
Because it's the best way I know to truly listen to my heart.
Because I adore analogies and finding ways to keep coming back to them
     in surprising and delightful ways in the same piece.
Because it touches and blesses my heart and soul.
Because it touches and blesses others' hearts and souls.
Because I can go back to something I wrote, even many years ago,
     and in the re-reading, I remember and recenter.
Because, in the end, how can I not?

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Thankful Tuesday

This evening I am thankful for:

1.  Finally, *finally* feeling more at home in our new software system at work.

2.  Delicious feelings of a sense of accomplishment and autonomy.

3.  Kind words from a dear friend.

4.  Quiet time at home with faithful oil lamp companion.

5.  Morning's birdsong and sunshine streaming thru every window!

6.  Beginnings of buds on trees, welcomed harbingers of spring.

7.  A quick meal from the freezer.

8.  An honest, calm conversation about something that hurt my heart and the gift of being able to quietly keep bringing the conversation back to what I needed (simply to be heard).

9.  Still-fresh Valentine's Day roses beautifully unfurling.

10. The Hope and possibility of a new-found home for this parched and searching heart.

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Blessed

Hubby promised 

on our first one together 

that I would 

always 

have roses 

on Valentine's Day. 

This is his 28th time 

to honor his promise. 

So love him

 and that 

sweet, 

big heart of his.

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Snow Day

Another blessed snow day

after yesterday's ice storm.

It was so beautiful this morning!

And, 

gratefully, 

we are both warm, safe, dry,

and home.

With the help of warmer temps and the wind, 

most of the ice has been knocked off

of the power lines and trees.

So it would seem this one

has quietly passed.

Thankfully breathing in this moment.

Yes.

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Small Stone: 6 Word Saturday

Restful rhythmic rocking 

relieves, 

refreshes, 

restores.

(Gratefully)

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Practicing Hope-Dance Turns

Stunned

surprised

 ~ and hurt! ~

by just-noticed 

unfriending.

A quiet boundary?

No, probably more a wall.

I can certainly bang 

both head and hands

demanding entrance

night and day

or 

I can simply notice,

feel and honor my feelings

then gently turn towards faces

of sincere warmth 

and welcome.

What would be most nourishing?

While not easy,

yes, I already know.

(And already started practicing 

these tricky True-Hope dance turns)

Please help me?

Yes, dear girl, 

we see you,

we love you,

and

we are here.

Remember, our love, 

that you are Enough

~ exactly as you are ~

in. this. moment.

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Let it Be

It's not a matter of letting go -

you would if you could.

Instead of 'Let it go,'

we should probably say

'Let it be'.

~John Kabot-Zinn

I love this quote so much.  It feels affirming and like supportive nourishment.

So rather than letting go of false hopes, perhaps I can focus on letting them be as I join in the dance with authentic and real Hope.

Yes,

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