Anything is Possible!

With Hope, Faith, and Perseverance


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Motherly Love

(During the month of February, I plan to write about different kinds of love.

Thanks for reading. I look forward to your thoughts.)

 

JoAnne and Ayla baby at the beach (2)

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What a surprise to feel that pull on my heart,

Maternal instincts beyond my control.

Men can have those feelings, too.

But my heart, soul, and body,

Were in it for the long haul.

The intoxicating smell

 of soft downy heads

Embedded a bond

Stronger than

Smelly diapers,

Projectile vomiting,

Toddler tantrums,

And adolescent dramas

When I wondered who took my son

And twisted his devotion into gnarly knots?

Who hitched my girl to a marathon ride

On that emotional roller coaster

Without my permission?

Yet they both survived

the bullies and angst

To grow stronger,

To fly solo.

I open my hands

To. Let. Them. Go.

But my heart strings

Stretch across the miles

Through darkness and light,

Because a mother’s love never ends.

 

 

 


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Just Another Wave of Grief

April Evening Wave

 

I used to be good at math.

Now, the numbers get tangled up

With tax brackets and grief

Falling from my family tree

To cover the ground

Like dried up stars.

I have so much to be thankful for.

So much to be thankful for.

So much to be thankful for:

A good man who loves me

Who came before my father died,

That retirement gives me time

To deal with all this….

Is this just another wave of grief?

Holidays on the horizon?

Feeling my feelings more easily?

Now that I don’t have to be strong

All the time?

Is it just grief and the new role

as the senior family member

Against the backdrop of

All I have to be thankful for.

All I have to be thankful for.

All I have to be thankful for.

It must be time for a gratitude list.

(I started writing this Monday night and feel better now with some perspective.)

 


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Cherishing Mother Earth

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Cherish: Protect and care for lovingly. Hold dear. Keep in one’s mind.

 

path up hill in the forest

Created with love

She has everything we need.

Her soil anchors deep roots

for trees bearing fruit.

Her perfect blend of air

Fills our lungs with life.

Every morning,

She turns to the light

And knows when it’s time to rest.

air water and light (2)

 

She offers living water

Flowing freely

Raining tears of joy

Flooding in sorrow.

 

JoAnne in ocean

 

She knows we can do better.

She longs for all her children

To thrive with her,

To sing with her,

To cherish her diversity.

 

flower-meadow pixabay wild flowers

 

I love

Her deep wisdom,

Her ocean’s caress,

Her soft green hair,

 Her honeysuckle perfume,

The tart sweetness of pineapple,

The music of birdsong,

Wind rustling in treetops,

And the dynamic glow of sunset.

Tree in Winter Sunset

 

Her love offerings,

Beyond measure,

I will cherish

For the rest of my life,

Holding this love

Forever in my heart.

 

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(The above greenery and the flowers are from Pixabay. The other photos are from yours truly. )

https://cherishedblogfest.wordpress.com/

 The Cherished blogfest is hosted by Damyanti Biswas, Dan AntionCheryl PenningtonPeter NenaSharukh Bamboat, Mary Giese, and Kate PowellPaul Ruddockit is open to anyone who wants to tell the world about something or someone they cherish.

On a personal note, I’ll be busy with an estate sale this weekend and trying not to get overwhelmed, so it might take me a while to respond to comments and to read posts which I look forward to reading. But I didn’t want to miss out on the cherishing. Have a great weekend!


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Full Moon Tide

Moonrise reflections July 17

Shadow beneath

Glistening above

Silvery gold

Reflecting the sentinel

Your swells rise to me

Calling my name

In crashing waves

Alive with energy

I breathe in the magic

Of full moon tide.

 

I took this photo with my phone last night. The words came to me later as I moved closer, stood in the water, and felt the aliveness of the ocean. The photo does not quite capture her power. An hour earlier, she had knocked me down twice, but I had to laugh and say, “Okay, you win. Tonight is not the night for swimming.” But it was a night for gazing.

Today’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt was about magic, and while I thought of a few good songs, I decided to share this poem instead. The ocean in moonlight has always held a special magic for me.

Song Lyric Sunday

 

 


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Breathing Meditation in Rictameter

God's hand with sun coming through

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.