Everyone wants to be their own hero.
Tag: inspiration
Wanting to be Free Again, a poem
Realizing the necessity to see beauty - and to grow, despite the environment around us.
What it Takes to Heal, a poem
Letting go of all those feelings - and healing.
You, My Dear – Are Worthy (a poem)
You, my dear – are worthy. It matters not if everyone sees it. It is there – inside you. You, beautiful you. The way you cry at others' misfortune, the way you always burst forth, wishing you could right all the wrongs heal all the wounds befriend the friendless and in courage – say all… Continue reading You, My Dear – Are Worthy (a poem)
Garden Daydreams: However Small, a poem
Here is another poem, inspired by my own photographs. I've missed the gardens ever so much, but I am grateful to relive my steps in seasons past either way. I don't know if flowers whisper to you too, but this is the tale I heard... I hope you enjoy. However Small Morning… Continue reading Garden Daydreams: However Small, a poem
Garden Daydreams: Never Alone, a poem
As I mentioned recently, I am going to take some time to listen to the flowers I have photographed. I am going to try to learn their story, at least what it speaks to my heart. It may be in the way the image looks, the tilt of the flower, the bend of the petals...… Continue reading Garden Daydreams: Never Alone, a poem
Our New Normal
With the Coronavirus, things have quickly changed. I am sure it has been an overwhelming experience for most of us. It has shown our best side and our worst side - and it still has not run its course. I hope that all of you are doing well - are staying safe and also taking… Continue reading Our New Normal
Raise Our Voices, a poem
Some of us are the songs, she says… the lilting melody the gentle birdsong the reverberating pulse that soothes the inner spaces. Most of us are not aware of this, but still - we sing, filling the silence with reassurance and hope. Some of us are the songs, she says... and some of us… Continue reading Raise Our Voices, a poem
Soar, a poem
I bowed to the winds of fury, tattered tail swatted by the wind. My heart sunken, pieces clawed away in disbelief, my wings - were stolen. Sometimes, it is the difficulties that define us, not the shaken bits and pieces of uncertainty, the misplaced steps, the broken trust, or the pain. No – instead,… Continue reading Soar, a poem
Poem: I’m Me
What is it, exactly They just can’t see? For when they look - They look through me Beyond me And around me. Are they afraid to trace The gentle curve of my smile? To see in the depths of my eyes? What are they afraid They’ll see? A reflection of themselves… Perhaps their worn… Continue reading Poem: I’m Me