This I Know

Eventualityof gravityis bona fideFlesh is not iron Minds, however,can strengthen, ifnurtured withopen compassion Spirits plummetand revive, buoyantas the grace thatserves them. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own.)

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Beware The Woods

Deep within the Hollowoaken boughs shadowa brook – swirling mystical waters There dwells a spiritevokes a knowing – joy/sorrow –how life’s run erasessoul’s voice Fleeting the momentharsh the returnbeware the woods. (Art my own)

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Soul Power

How bright is the soulthat dares to stand alone,who gives voice to injusticewho is willing to sacrificeself for a higher purpose… What song might we singshould such a spirit move us? (Image my own.Soul Power first appeared here May, 2018)

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Revel

Postcard happiness –not a thing –life is fluidtexturedmystery Revel in each breatheach painthe strengthof Spirit guiding. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Survivor Instinct

Buried alive by illness’ onset only hope for escape tunnel whose guilt-lined walls oozed mucous of neglect, sorrow so raw, shredded faith – no light just a dull pulse screaming – I am alive. (Chronic illness is a game changer.  No amount of ambition can turn the tide.  One is left to face the onslaught […]

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Roar!

Situational – term used to describe this current state – illness a thief perpetuates the crime – loss cavernous depression real and still, Spirit roars.

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Spirit Stands Strong

Progress – seldom linear – tosses me into unexpected decline – stranded and incapacitated. My son – with labour-hardened strength leaps to my side, steadying me and I feel the fear in his caring grip. My daughter, ever compassionate, reaches out for me with horror-filled eyes as my body crumples onto the bed. My husband, […]

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Emboldened

Subtlety unknown, Spring’s repertoire bold and bright – soul responds in kind.

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Spark

Body falters, mind the same, but spirit dances, lithe as a flame.

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Tree Spirit

Eyes shut, she speaks to me, limbs shivering in the cold, rustles a forgotten melody. Like a sapling, soul responds, trembles with anticipation, reaches for ancient blessing.

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