“We were not put on this world to be perfect, we were put here to try.”How does that sentence make you feel? When the words entered into my ears, they acted like scissors, cutting away the strings that were attached to the burden boulders that were dragging me down. I am the perfect imperfection.
So laugh or smile, And when you do
Soon laughter and smiles, Will fill the rooms
And isn’t that more fun
Then a room full of gloom?
A Bleeding Heart
Do you have a bleeding heart?
I looked across the way and saw them, all hanging in a row.
Reflections on COVID-19 and our generational gap
A small boy walked carelessly -Home from school, Dark clouds formed above him-The weather became cruel
A saying spoke by his mother was the boys’ inspiration- “Our dreams help us to survive,
Keep hoping and never stop dreaming, That is what keeps us alive.”
The wind ceased to blow, A women’s voice called softly, From deep within the hollow
Whomever enter into this room
What you speak in this room
Hard words, heavy, hard footsteps, heavy
Nurturing the Seeds of our future
They, our mothers, determine what will come
It is the results of their best efforts
That we see reflected in, everyone
Noticings…….It is the noticings that matter. Sometimes the noticings are not noticed…….all impact on us, consciously or subconsciously. What are your noticings today? Or not noticing….. 🙂
A Border Collie, an old Case Tractor and a young girl. Searching and seeking for the genuine gems along life’s journey, came easy to them on that hot summers day.
I haven’t, I have….
I haven’t succumb, I haven’t been number one
I have sought positivity, I have enjoyed levity
I haven’t held my tail between my legs ,I haven’t bent my knees and begged,
I have tried to destroy ego, I have used the word no
How have you been?
B Plague versus C Virus. In five years, the Black Plague killed more than 20 million people. In five months, the COVID Virus, has killed 130, 885 people.
I am dirt, says the dark brown chunks beneath the boot, as it walks upon the land.
I am support, says the solid ground, as the grass grows strong above.
I am beneath many, says the land, as it faces up to see the sky.
Does the Sun Whisper? Gotten sun kisses, painted pigments, not what one wishes ……On a sore exposed nose, burns can be found, colouring the skin, turning people brown…..ish red, an artisan, but what of the sounds? The secret ones, can they be found? Ears are listening, what would they say? One wonders, verbiage of a brilliant day?