in search of self
Was my identity here
I contemplated pausing
surrendering to other But that was sleep-walking
The distance still remains
Journey has no end
till soul has purpose
and wisdom relieves
the wounded child.
first appeared here July 2020. Edited for this version. Image my own) Still Travelling
Flowers greet the rain –
face up appreciation – nourishment’s glow.
first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II, July 2020. Image my own) (Appreciation
day bids adieu
Night has it own
Dawn and dusk –
Wait with anticipation
for the gratuitous show.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton. Art my own)
Yesterday I had to tell a young woman that the charity who were offering free flights out of Poland has discontinued the program. She shared that the countries around the Ukraine have also withdrawing help.
What could I say?
Many of us have stopped watching the news as the devastation is overwhelming. Television outlets now minimize reporting.
History repeats itself because humanity lacks the stamina to for the long haul. As many as 15 million Ukrainians will be displaced because of this war joining the 100 million displaced due to other world conflict.
I don’t have the answer to this dilemma; I’m just stating what I observe. Our collective priorities do not offer solutions. We fear losing our own status quo.
Understood. Turn away, but please, stay informed.
I’ve decided, he said, to spend more time doing what I want to do I feel the load close in around me, already burdened by his “me” time.
I’ve learned, she said, to look out for number one; will not be available
Nice, I think, that you have such luxury
while I tend to the children, chase after my mother’s needs, hold down the fort.
Take time for yourself – interesting counsel when responsibility is so ingrained, and self-care comes across as selfish.
Have so long ago erased personal interests,
will have to shop around to find what it is that would allow me to abandon obligations.
Soul begs for the reassurance of flow –
an enchanted place along the river, a moment of solace in which to breathe
Heart glows at the sounds of summer –
children’s laughter raised above the splash of clear blue – refreshing memories.
(Image my own)
Despite the long and arduous journey to life, this little one remains curious. We spent a wonderful day together getting acquainted.
Castles and lockets:
the makings of childhood dreams – I wander pastures of blue-tainted memories, see patterns on regret’s wings.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @ Vjknutson. Image my own.)
I have ventured
into your atmosphere slipped my skin your skin and discovered a universe thoughts emotions beliefs blending into a physical dance of light and shadow nuances of colour delineating life
At our core
we are light leaning into mystery cellular interpretations of a symphony we cannot hear
mind altered we meld.
Melding first appeared here June, 2020. Image my own)
Supper dishes abandoned,
we cruise the backroads, destination: river’s edge
A muskrat creates ripples
distorting mirror images disappears into murky unknown
A canoe glides by,
occupant a silhouette in the golden sun’s descent
We linger in the warmth
of the fading glow, celebrating summer’s gracious moments.
(Image my own)