Anything is Possible!

With Faith, Hope and Perseverance


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Breathing Meditation in Rictameter

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I leaned about rictameter from Linda Wolff at Urban Poetry: https://urbanpoetry2017.com/2017/03/20/poetry-venture-into-the-wild/ 

This type of poetry uses 9 lines and a syllable count of: 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 with the first line repeating itself in the last line.  Here’s what came to me:

 

Inhale

Love that won’t quit.

Gaze into  ancient  eyes.

Let wisdom and peace fill you well

Flowing to every cell and every thought

Until you love yourself so much

Joy dances in the wind

of your exhale.

Inhale.

I took the photo which reminds me of God’s hand holding bright light. There’s also a wing peeking out below the thumb, so who knows what that big hand is holding.


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Mercy, maybe it’s not too late.

Thank you to Barb for today’s  Just Jot It January prompt: Mercy. I needed it and still do.

For most of the morning, I felt irritated. I’m not a judgmental person by nature, but I found myself judging, mostly to myself, about various things that are unimportant in the big picture. Maybe it was because I stayed up too late on the computer, again. Or maybe it was the remnants of hormonal fluctuations or eating too much sugar, too likely suspects who take turns getting the blame for moods that don’t seem to belong to me.

At church, the word “mercy” kept jumping out at me from the bulletin, the prayers, the sermon, and I knew “mercy” was today’s prompt. Mercy, Mercy, Me. Jesus knew I needed mercy and help being merciful. So I wasn’t surprised at all when I messed up while singing with the choir, because I wasn’t paying attention being busy with all this thinking about why was I so irritated. It was a minor mess up which will be soon forgotten. But it made me laugh at myself, again.

So here’s my peace offering. Maybe it’s not too late.

 

Have mercy for the birds and mercy for the bees,

Mercy for the whales and mercy for the trees,

Mercy for the animals who want to be free,

Mercy for my enemies and mercy for me.

 

Have mercy for this planet- a gift so rare,

Mercy for the hungry who need a share,

Mercy for the lost who just don’t care,

Mercy for the hope that helps us dare.

 

Have mercy for leaders old and gray,

Mercy for dreamers looking for a way,

Mercy for teachers without much pay,

Mercy for children who bring a new day.

 

 

Just Jot it January is hosted by Linda at:

https://lindaghill.com/2017/01/15/jusjojan-daily-prompt-jan-15th17/

Thanks to Shan Jeniah for filling in for Linda today.

The rules for Just Jot It January are as follows:

1. It’s never too late to join in! Here, we run on the honour system; the “jot it” part of JusJoJan means that anything you jot down, anywhere (it doesn’t have to be a post, it can even be a grocery list) counts as a “Jot.” If it makes it to your blog that day, great! If it waits a week to get from a sticky note to your screen, no problem!

2. The prompts will be posted every day at 2am my time (GMT -5). You don’t have to follow the prompt word, but this will be where you leave your link for others to see. Make sure you link your post to the correct day’s prompt. There will be a post like this every day except Wednesday, when the prompt is simply my One-Liner Wednesday, and Saturday, when you’ll find the prompt on my usual Friday Reminder post for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS).

3. As long as your blog is on WordPress, you’ll be able to link via pingback. To execute a pingback, just copy the URL from the daily prompt post, and paste it anywhere in your post. Check to make sure your link shows up where you want it to, and go back occasionally to see other bloggers’ entries – the more you visit others, the more they’ll visit you! If you’re participating from another blogging host, just drop a link into the comment section. Note: The newest pingbacks and comments will be at the top.

4. Tag your post JusJoJan and/or #JusJoJan.

5. Write anything! Any length will do! It can even be a photo or a drawing – you’re going to title it, right? There’s your jot!

6. The prompts are here both to remind you and to inspire you to write. However, you don’t have to use the prompt word of the day. You can link any kind of jot back here. Even your shopping list. Note: If it’s 18+ content, please say so in a comment with your link.

7. If you’d like to, use the JusJoJan badge (above) in your post so that others can find your post more easily.

8. Have fun!

If you’d like to look ahead to see the upcoming prompt words, click this link: https://lindaghill.com/2016/12/31/just-jot-it-january-2017-rules/ You can always write your post ahead of time and schedule it to come out on the appropriate day.


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Peace in the Stream of Consciousness

Peace.

The Peace that passes all understanding.

Peace that comes with a smile

Or a nod of understanding, or acceptance.

Peace like a river that flows freely

Nourishing life with sparkling waves

Peace of silence in an evening snowfall

When there is no wind – only the sound of snowflakes

Peace Will Come

An old song I loved in my youth.

 

Peace, Please.

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PS: I’m planning to march in the MLK day parade Monday with a group I just joined: it’s called Grandmother’s for Peace.

Peace was the first thing that popped in to my head when I read Linda’s SoCS prompt to use a word that begins with the letter P. I get bonus points for beginning and ending with a words that starts with the letter P.

Come play in the Saturday Stream of Consciousness persistently provided by Linda Hill at:

https://lindaghill.com/2017/01/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-and-jusjojan-jan-1417/

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Warning

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I’m not big on warnings

Especially in the morning

So I don’t watch the news

Don’t wanna blow a fuse.

But we really need to listen.

We need to pay attention

To what the earth is sayin’

Or we might not be stayin’

Within her grace forever

In this place of gift and treasure

Where our job is to protect her,

Love her, and respect her.

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“Warning” was today’s prompt thanks to Dan Antion at https://nofacilities.com/

Just Jot it January is hosted by Linda Hill at:

https://lindaghill.com/2017/01/03/jusjojan-daily-prompt-jan-3rd17/


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Gratitude Makes Sense of our Past

“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.”

Melody Beattie

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 Twenty years of Holy Matrimony

Tossed out like old shoes.

What happened to the promise?

To the the dream?

To the love?

Change ran them off

Down divergent paths.

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Years

of

Confusion

and

Loneliness

Finally passed as

 Acceptance

Seeped into the empty space

 Making room for new possibilities.

 I found my self again.

And loved me for my soul.

And  when the time was right,

Everything made sense.

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Now I’m thankful

that he made that space

and found a better fit.

I’m thankful for the time to heal

and learning to let go.

I’m thankful for the lessons learned

on long and winding roads.

I’m  thankful for convergent paths

That brought my true love home.

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© 2016 JoAnne Silvia. All words and photos on this post are the property of JoAnne Silvia.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends and followers for whom I am very thankful! 


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When Dreams Fade

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This is my offering for the collaborative at Forgotten Meadows inspired by the prompt:

“When Dreams Fade Away.”

(The photo was taken by my friend Caroline in 1972.)

When Dreams Fade, By JoAnne Silvia

When you left me

all those years ago

against your will

and surely against mine,

the dreams in my young heart

faded slowly

into mere echos

of another lifetime.

Four decades later,

after years of doubt

and darkness,

a speck of dream

survived

asleep so deep

it barely breathed.

When the time came

that you found me again,

and you kissed me

by the river at sunset,

and I smelled your neck

just below your ear,

the dream awakened.

Sparks flew because we knew

the dream was more than just alive

and more than just a dream.

© JoAnne Silvia, 2016