Anything is Possible!

With Faith, Hope and Perseverance


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October Swim

 

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Just one more swim

Before the water gets too cold

It’s invigorating!

As long as I keep moving.

When I rest,

My fingertips feel numb.

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Back on the beach

Water offers more

 than just a swimming pool.

I study  her art

on the canvas of sand.

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 I ask the golden sun

To erase my goosebumps

And grab my sweatshirt.

Summer sleeps now.

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(All photos by JoAnne Silvia)


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Paintings In the Sky

 An antelope rested in the blue canopy at winter’s edge.

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And angel signs made me dance in the sand.

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Held in God’s hand,

The dove’s light intensified.

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∞ ∞ ∞

Now, Sky Wolf chases the edge of summer.

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 And God sends heart signs

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to show us how much we are loved.

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All of these cloud photos were taken by me at various times over the past few years. I’ve been saving them, but for what? Today, I felt it was time to share them.


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Drawn to Water

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…its haunting melodies often spark the remembrance of a vague “water” memory, perhaps a nebulous recollection of my wet beginning that lingers somewhere in memory’s oldest and deepest recesses.

                                                               Natalie Scarberry, Sacred Touches

The euphoric effect of swimming or floating in water has often made me wonder about that “vague water memory.” I always miss being weightless in that element when winter comes. But living in the present of summer, I realize how gloriously addictive swimming can be.

When weather permits, I swim in the ocean. Her waves dance with me and caress my skin. Every now and then, she can get a little rough in her play, just to show me who’s boss, and I laugh at her and myself when she puts me in my place. I have to respect her power.

Sometimes I swim with a friend who has a pool at her apartment complex. We talk to catch up for the first thirty minutes or so, and then we get more into moving in the water. With each laid back breast stroke, I watch the soft ripples billow out before me. I glide through cool liquid that washes away every worry. I am free.

You’d think with my love for water, I’d be a water sign. But I was born in mid December, so my sign is Sagittarius, a fire sign. I can only guess that water keeps the fire from overwhelming me. Water soothes my soul. No wonder blue is my favorite color. Except when my favorite color is green.

I missed the pool and the ocean last week as I’ve been dealing with a rare head cold and heeding my body’s message to rest. I’m drinking as much water as I can, and I am ready to be well.

Water heals us,

Cleanses us.

We are made mostly of water.

Our continents are joined by water.

Let healing waters flow

Through our bodies

Reviving our spirits.

Blue Blue

 

(I’m posting a little earlier than usual this week, because I’ve got some busy days ahead.  Have a great week, everyone!)


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Wake Up Call

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Summer wanes…

Rustling leaves whisper:

Change is coming…

Time to take inventory.

What do I need?

What’s most important?

What dreams can I grab by the collar,

And haul up from the depths,

To save the rest of my life?

It’s late in the game.

There’s still time left,

But the clock is ticking.

What do we need?

What’s most important?

What dreams can we weave together

In a giant safety net

To save our only planet?