Today is a beautiful grey day in Vancouver. The flowers add a lovely touch to the serene landscape. The black squirrel jumps joyfully from one tree to another in my backyard. The yellow buttercups consent to the rain washing away the pain of the past. I inhale the precious present.
Now that I have been hurt, I appreciate healing…getting back to being “me”, when “me” has been altered by a difficult experience (an accident). I appreciate so many people and things I took for granted…when I am back to being “me”, I will look at life so differently.
9. Sometimes I think I have managed to get to the top of the hill, only to realize I am in a quicksand. Thriving changes to simply surviving. In the quicksand, I get a new perspective – about myself, others and life. I try to never lose sight of the beautiful hill.
8. It was just another sunny afternoon. Coming down the hill, we entered a round-about and in the blink of an eye, metal on metal. In the next few seconds, my life flashed before my eyes…all the things I wanted to do and say. Today is the day, to be.
one day you will
untangle the knots
in your sleep
as you let go
and go deep
into the hidden corners
of your mind
hoping and wanting
the words and unforgotten images
that will help you fill the blanks
across continents let’s be brave
and stumble into a slow dance?
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7. Today, the sun put on a show. The skies chose to be a beautiful shade of ice blue and the white butterfly looked fearless. I got an ant to trust me and be transported on my finger to my garden. Ants and humans sometimes need a hand to become free.
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white seas high above
blue seas down below
thunderstorms tear clouds apart
the warm breeze calms the angst in my heart
i close my eyes
take a deep breath
in the darkness
i remember your kindness
i open my eyes
and look below
the white seas calmly look at me
i take a moment to be me
the sunshine touches my cheeks
the metal bird soars high
i remember the joy of reading your first note
will never know why my heart danced like a golden mote