Families

Families

As diamonds shimmering
Upon deep midnight velvet,
So the stars sprinkled
Across the sky shine
With a glittering beauty,
Their light traveling through time,
Seen thousands of light years
In difference from actuality...

The moon hung in the sky,
An ever-changing, ever
Evolving painting by God's hand
Revolves at a different pace
From the planet who's tides
Ebb and flow in tune
To its waxing and waning...

The dance of communication
Twining us all together
Like a quilt by thread
Binds us to one another
Intricately, enmeshes us
One with the other
Until deep patterns form
And relationships establish...

Intimacies created
Through time, space,
Through communication...
Threaded together,
Yet distinct enough
For love to form, to alter,
To draw together
Groups and twos...
Families given and of choice...

Ride the Wind

Ride the Wind

Ride the wind…
Soar, float, drift…
Ride the wind
With wings as an eagle’s,
Soft as a silken stroke,
A cashmere caress;
Strong as iron,
Feathers beautiful as a peacock’s,
With speed ability like a hummingbird
And hang time like a seagull…

Ride the wind…
Soar, float, drift…
Ride the wind
To the highest of peaks,
To the lowest valley,
Over the ocean blue,
The desert red,
The gilded fields
And rainbow rainforests…

Ride the wind…
Soar, float, drift…
Ride the wind
With the wings of your mind,
With the dreams of your heart,
With the hope of your soul.
Ride the winds of love,
The winds of grace,
The winds of time…
Ride the wind…
Soar, float, drift…
Ride it anew each day;
Allow yourself to do something
That takes your breath away…
Every single day
As you ride the wind
Of your own choosing

A Rose By Any Other Name... Would Smell Less Sweet... Unless It's Honey

Have you heard the saying, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet?

Thing is... that isn't true.

Let me explain...

All names have meaning; whether it is a banana, a barbecue sauce, or a baby... it has a name. And that name has a meaning. WORDS are powerful. What we call one another, and what we call our LIVES... these things shape us. They shape our futures and who we become.

If instead of naming your daughter Rose you name her Ingrid (both lovely names) that says more about her father than about her. It shows her father is her hero or that she is supposed to think so. Rose, this is a name after the flower and the connotations that come with it remain. Sweet but most of them have at least one or two thorns in their lifetimes. Ingrid means Hero's Daughter. This is nothing about her own personality which then, hopefully, will be in her middle name to help guide her.

Words have meaning. 
Names have meaning. 
ALL of life has meaning. YOU have meaning. 
Who ARE you and what is your gift to the world around you? 
How can you UTILIZE it for good??

Weaponry

During a recent few conversations with varying friends, I have noticed just how much people use both silence AND words as weapons. How sad is it that people cannot just communicate their true thoughts and feelings plainly, without any sort of manipulation tactics or ulterior motives otherwise? What are YOUR thoughts on the topic?

On Love and Being

Some more poetry to share... enjoy!

The Loved

Love is
Like hand-
printed paper
Made to
write poetry
On by the maker.
Love is
Like fresh-
milled soap
That caresses
The skin and
Perfumes it,
Changing the texture
Of life; the scent
Of one's attitude;
The radiance
Beaming from one
Who has found
True beauty
And learned
To live with its
Flaws because
The flaws help
Bring out the beauty
Of the loved.

Wholly

Love deeply,
Truly, fully.
Laugh with
Tears at
Your eyes.
Live wholly,
Richly, with gusto.

Becoming

We, each,
are much
more than
we'll know.
For we, each,
are much
more than
we see,
than we
hear,
than we
feel or we
sense.
We, each,
are much
more a mystery
than we admit.
What we know
is the iceberg's
tip, the seedling -
not the tree we are
and are becoming.

Ordinary

Why escape
The ordinary?
Why avoid
Who you are?
The ordinary
Within is what
Makes us extraordinary.

Day’s Beginning

Walk along the shore with me
Search out treasures,
Hand in hand
As we admire the beauty
Of the day, of the coast,
Of the moment together…
See the birds as they swoop
And they play,
Watch the surfers,
See the sandcastles
As they form,
The kites as they kiss the wind,
And then fall to the ground…
Dogs chasing the surf,
People playing Frisbee,
Other couples hand in handing
As they walk, too, along the shore…
What a wonderful day’s beginning.