The Shadow in Me


Sometimes, we catch a glimpse.

Of beauty.

Of life.

Our gazes wander and search.

For our fascinations.

For our dreams.

Maybe today, we catch our shadow.

Of who we are.

Of who we might be.

Our regal colors of intensity.

For our quest.

For our inspiration.

Maybe, we get lost.

We lose our way.

We lose our sight.

Our plans of peace, a shadow in our hearts.

Of what we want.

Of what we deserve.

But sometimes, our shadows emerge.

Our glimpses become clear.

Our hearts rejoice in the pureness of another day.

In all our glory.

In all our differences.

In every detail.

In every moment.

This poem is dedicated to my friend, and my mother-in-law, Sue Kelcey who has emerged from a brain aneurysm and stroke to tell the entire family and hospital floor how much she loves them. How special they are and to thank them for taking care of her since the end of September. Her heart filled with beautiful intention of getting home.

When I wonder why I am blogging, and what is it all for…..I think of her life journey. A journey that gives me inspiration to do what I do (and stop complaining already!).

I think of the pain she has been through. The struggle of physical therapy and her desire to hold hands with her family to celebrate life. Every memory, of every touch, and every touch, of every day; what kept her pushing through it all. I think of the moment this Sunday, when she hugged her granddaughters to her chest for the first time in months. Heaving sobs of gratefulness into their silky hair and squeezing them close with her one working arm. Every moment, every detail. It was beautiful. Hold on. You never know when your last day is here. Cherish the ones you have.

Encourage love. Encourage acceptance. Speak your heart. Live your dreams. Believe. The shadows are nothing but fear.

What inspires you?
PhotobucketMama's Losin' It
Prompt 2)Write about a time someone made you smile *through the happy tears*

Photos from the Butterfly Conservatory at the State Fair of Texas.

Cherishing Love


Writing prompt instructions:
This week we’re going to switch gears and write a little poetry. Writing poetry helps us work on cadence and rhythm which can make for better fiction. So by flexing our poetry muscles, we can in turn create more fluid fictional pieces. Please write a narrative poem that focuses on the workings of a family, whether it be your own or one that you’ve created from scratch. Good luck!

    *This poem is written for Jason, my betrothed. I am not a poet, nor consider myself one. It is inspired by the first time I saw him with his two young children. I was already in love with him, but his calming demeanor, and patient touch, really sealed the deal upon witnessing. I love you and I am honored to be part of your life and your future bride.
Cherishing Love

Gentle spirit,
Gentle soul.
Shimmering pride,
Beams aglow.

Tender Gaze,
Tender Heart.
Life anew,
A brand new start.

Lifting Presence,
Lifting Force.
Blanketing comfort,
Down every course.

Firm Resolve,
Firm Reserve.
Generously offered,
Affirming deserve.

Engaging Smiles,
Engaging Resistance,
Persuading charm,
In timeless existence.

Loving Completely,
Loving Outright,
As precious as treasure,
In God’s gracious light.

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Christmas Dreams

Christmas Dreams 2009


It started as a wonder wisp,
a dream of pure white snow.
How lovely would a Christmas be,
if magic were to flow.

It came aboard a gusty wind,
riding high and low.

It left a wake of sparkling joy,
as it was so long ago.

Innocently pure and sweet,
was the babe we came to know.

Stillness pierced on the land.
The sun rays beam aglow.

Dawn departs,
new crystal tears,
exuberantly they flow.

I dreamed of pure white houses.

Laden with sugar delight.

I dreamed of candy cane hearts
to beat at love’s first sight.

I dreamed of gifts you can not price,
no value to their worth.

I dreamed of sugar fairies.

Merry on the earth.

I dreamed of families gathered.

A Christmas carol bliss.
To capture every moment,
where nothing is amiss.

I dreamed of laughing faces,
cheeriness in leaps and bounds.

I dreamed of a wondrous Christmas.

A dream completely astound.

I wish for every dream be true.
Sincere and full of grace.
Let heavens kiss gently press,
a light upon your face.

Most of you know, I am not a poet. Sometimes what comes out is the language of the heart. My heart was so filled up this Christmas. It overflowed. It radiated. It beamed bright spotlights. It couldn’t have been more perfect. I didn’t ask for a memorable Christmas. But I got it.

I hope you did too.