Tender face of humanity ( Read more... )

Sometimes the universe
softly knocks on the door
of my sweet soul
and finds amidst the rich honey
that breathes the walk
in my footsteps
that a lone hole exists
in the portals of secret love
that forever seeks soil
of the blossom of the most beautiful loves
as it delights in the lillies of the fields
of journeys as lovers and friends
yet cries in the corners ( Read more... )

Sometimes amidst the powerful virtual spaces, certain blogs captivate us.  Your post brought up many thoughts again of the happiest days of my life. ...  Though I discern between happiness and joy, I would have to say the happiest days of my life have always been amidst those loved most in life. ... I am not exclusive in the type of love as I ( Read more... )

 
 
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 (i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

~ excerpt from
"somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond" by ee cummings.

Profound Ponderances on Generosity--

I have always loved Wesley's quote,

Do all the good you can
By all the means you can
In all the ways you can
In all the places you can
At all the times you can
To all the people you can
For as long as you can

Wesley's quote speaks to the importance of generosity as a virtuous trait that should be lived throughout our ( Read more... )

Profound Ponderances on Generosity--

I have always loved Wesley's quote,

Do all the good you can
By all the means you can
In all the ways you can
In all the places you can
At all the times you can
To all the people you can
For as long as you can

Wesley's quote speaks to the importance of generosity as a virtuous trait that should be lived throughout our ( Read more... )

Life's pain enters in as a thunder of wild mustangs
search for the roses in nature's raw wood
the wind howls eerie tunes as fear sets in
causing scampering rodents to find solace in their cover
a lone wild daisy dangles neath the brush
hovering over ants busily collecting food for their Queen
how is it the wind affects some in the wood
and others seem ( Read more... )

Doing, Being, Becoming

Amidst the wave of life's journey
the therapist's heart seeks to see
the soul of her client the meaning within
the joy and the value that fuels the grin

Relationships, work, leisure and play
personal activities day to day
education, hobbies, science and art
give kernels of truth of where to start

As no matter the condition or ( Read more... )

What is this sear within my soul
What is this longing to be whole
a chalice within weeps of wine
and heart and spirit lie weak crying
the humanity visit sits with me here
feeling every pain in my tear
reaching for the wounds within
longing for peace to come in
Oh Lord where art though hear my cry
dry the sadness in my eyes
caress me hold me I need you know
as ( Read more... )