Carol A. Hand
Moments of beauty as I rise
Clouds painted rosy by the rising sun
Bare branches golden, glowing against dark western skies
Earth blanketed by sparkling rainbowed snow
No treasures are greater than these simple gifts
They touch my heart and my spirit lifts
Chi-Miigwetch
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Note: Chi-miigwetch means thank you very much in Ojibwe.
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Voices from the Margins 
Just lovely, how are you Carol?
Sorry for the silence, I have been way too busy but from time to time I am visiting your site and refresh my soul with your work. Chi-miigwetch!!
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It is always a gift to hear from you Saadia. Thank you for your always lovely comments. Peace and blessings to you, dear friend. ❤
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This is a beautiful reflection, Carol! I can picture the image so clearly.
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Thank you for your lovely comments, Robin. ❤
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such a joyful
awakening
to abundance 🙂
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Thank you, David. Moments like this are so important these days, aren’t they? They help me remember to take time to breathe and contemplate beauty and everyday miracles. 🙂
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I think that poem is my favourite of all I have seen on here from your fair hand … the picture is good too
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Thank you my dear friend from across the big pond. I send my best wishes to you and your lovely family. 🙂
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Chi-miigwetch for lifting my spirits with your words here dear Carol! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you for your kindness, dear Natalie ❤
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You’re so very welcome dear Carol❣️😘
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