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A Winters Rest

Today I satin the coldstaringat the pure white snowas the sun embracedand kissed my facewarmthwithin this cold,cold day. Gentle breezesblowing byyet the warmth staysever touchingever bringinga different kind of joya renewed strength of spirita distinct type of being. As I sit quietlylooking across the lakelookingat the footprints of peoplethe tracks of the ridersthe glass ofContinue reading “A Winters Rest”

Check In On Yourself

Every once in a while, you need to stop and check in on yourself. Just like a car needs a checkup, we too need to stop and do a self-check. We need to spend some quiet time with ourselves and touch base with our inner being. How are we doing? Are we happy or sad,Continue reading “Check In On Yourself”

In The Quiet of The Night

In the quiet of the night, my mind wandersthrough winding staircases;visiting all those I have loved,all that I have done. Letting go of old hurts,remembering the innocenceof the child I once was,understanding how it was all lost. Undercover of darkness I am free,free to think my deep thoughts;free to decipher my feelings,free to cry, toContinue reading “In The Quiet of The Night”

The Wind That Blows

Oh, the wind that blows,carrying dreams of the lonely,wishes, what-ifs and if only,while the leaves whisper their goodbyes. Oh, the wind that carries,the promises of spring,the song the birds sing,while seeds scatter to live yet again. Oh, the wind that ravages,tearing up all that it meets,sending garbage flying through streets,while lovers take shelter and findContinue reading “The Wind That Blows”

Listen to What Isn’t Being Said

The people in our lives say much, but we also need to listen to what isn’t being said. When someone is silent when you expect them to be talkative, you must ask yourself why? Our first response is usually to discover if they are mad at us, but much of the time, the reality isContinue reading “Listen to What Isn’t Being Said”

In The Silence

I speak volumes in the silence,leaving words of love unsaid;a look, a smile, a touch,the way I tilt my head. There is sorrow in the silence,a pain unspoken, even still;from a time, so long ago,oh, the pages I could fill. There is a thoughtfulness in the silence,a pondering of sorts;contemplating lifes’ true meaning,a place too,Continue reading “In The Silence”