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Reflections – Saturday, June 25, 2016

Carol A. Hand

Admiring the late-June moon in the morning sky
as wispy clouds swiftly pass by
realizing that there is always beauty near
in those fleeting moments when we take time to really be here

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June morning moon

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Note: Please be patient. In the midst of editing, I only visit WP occasionally these days. I miss your posts, but I still have a long way to go to finish this editing task by fall. I’ve only edited and re-edited eight chapters out of forty-eight, but they’re printed out and ready for the friends who have agreed to review and comment. Until I’m able to return more frequently to blogging, I send my best wishes to all.

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Reflection – Sunday, June 19, 2016

Carol A. Hand

Let me look deep enough
to see the sacred spark of life
deep within
now masked on the surface
by a protective covering
forged from fear and suffering

I would prefer to shift my gaze
yet we’ve met for some reason
beyond my ken
Perhaps if I can see deeply enough
we’ll be able to unlock our hearts
to joy and love again

If you see your inner beauty
reflected back by
loving eyes
maybe we’ll both awake
and feel our joyful peaceful spirits
rise

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Photo: Reflection (Pixabay)

For some of the neighbors and colleagues I’ve encountered

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Reflections – Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Carol A. Hand

A cold
grey and misty morn

yet birdsong fills the air

blooming
flowers as sentinels adorn

reminding me
there’s life and beauty

everywhere

 

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A gift poppy that just appeared

And a song that celebrates “Bird Song” (by Wailin’ Jennys)

I hear a bird chirping up in the sky,
I’d like to be free like that, spread my wings so high.
I see the river flowing, water running by,
I’d like to be that river, see what I might find.
I feel the wind a-blowing, slowly changing time,
I’d like to be that wind, I’d swirl and shape the sky.
I smell the flowers blooming, opening for spring,
I’d like to be those flowers, open to everything.
I feel the seasons change: the leaves, the snow and sun.
I’d like to be those seasons, made up and undone.
I taste the living earth, the seeds that grow within,
I’d like to be that earth, a home where life begins.
I see the moon a-rising, reaching into night,
I’d like to be that moon, a knowing, glowing light.
I know the silence as the world begins to wake,
I’d like to be that silence as the morning breaks.
(Wailin’ Jennys – Bird Song Lyrics, MetroLyrics)

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For a Friend

Carol A. Hand

Some days, I need to remember peaceful, hopeful moments. I suspect others do as well. Difficult times are valuable teachers, but the peaceful moments help us find the balance and hope we need to process what we learn. I’m sharing a poem I wrote about one of those moments.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

A peaceful mid-day moment
on an early May day
birds singing and children at play
puffy clouds seemingly perched
on the western ridge not far away
the winds gently caressing budding trees
the temperature just right for busy bees
But it’s time for me to get busy too
holding this memory of peaceful beauty as I do

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A recent post by my friend, Silvia Di Blasio, inspired me to reread this poem today and remember one of those moments. Wishing you all peaceful moments.

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Sunday, March 27, 2016

Carol A. Hand

Yesterday on a snowy spring morn
Birds arrived, more than one thousand strong
The air was filled with their plaintive cry
Feed us now or we’ll surely die

You didn’t fill our feeders you thoughtless twit
You fed us in years passed so we planned on it
By the time I bought seed most of the birds had flown
Leaving a feast for a fat grey squirrel to enjoy all alone

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Photo: Squirrel in a Bird Feeder (Wikipedia)

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Friday, March 25, 2016

Carol A. Hand

Breathing in the frosty air
With birdsong echoing everywhere
Sunlight revealing budding trees
Grateful for spring mornings such as these

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Awed by the beauty and wonder of earth
Sensing this moment’s incalculable worth
A bittersweet feeling as I greet the day
Morning will pass too soon
‘Though I wish it to stay

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Sunday, March 20, 2016

Carol A. Hand

A beautiful first day of spring
Clear blue sky aglow from the rising sun
Turning bare tree branches golden
Cold sweet air filled with bird song

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Fully present in the beauty of this moment
I know it will pass too quickly
So many awake to other realities
For their sake and the earth
I wish we could simply learn to live in peace

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Acknowledgement: I wish to thank David at Smilecalm for inspiring this reflection with his latest post. His lovely words and photos touched my heart with their wisdom, depth, and beauty. Chi miigwetch for sharing your gifts.

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“Yoo – Hoo”

Carol A. Hand

Do you ever awake, reluctant to rise
Wrapped in soft piles of blankets
As winter sun glows through still lidded eyes
Grateful for comfort and relative peace
Yet mindful that others are suffering
In a world where both wars and wonders never cease

Finally afoot as I greet the still frigid morning
A single chickadee calls out – “Yoo-hoo
“Drink your coffee, breathe deeply and heed my warning
“You may not have much time – there are things you must do
“It may not make a difference but you too have a voice
“Send it out as I did as a blessing or not – it’s your choice

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Image: Black-capped Chickadee (Wikipedia)

So I send out blessings and another silly poem
To share the chickadee’s message – heart-felt and deep
It’s our job to help chickadees care for our shared home
We all have work to do – and voices – and promises to keep

“Yoo-hoo”

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The Winds of Winter

Carol A. Hand

Greeting the morning while shoveling new snow
Fine frozen flakes swirl and dance through the air
As blustery northwest winds continue to blow
Re-filling the path as if no one had passed there

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Photo: February 2014

 

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Photo: February 2016

I wonder if this is a metaphor for life at its best
The things we say and do travel as they will
We have no control where they finally come to rest
Or what legacy we may leave when the winds of life grow still

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A Magic Morning

Carol A. Hand

The magic of the morning quickly fades
As reality intervenes
Ice to clear from sidewalks
Animals that need attention and care
Letters to write for former colleagues

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Photo: Another Snowy Day – February 2014

Yet the glow of a beautiful story
Remembered as I opened my eyes
On this day of sunny promise
Will remain in my heart as a guide
Even though the tasks before me
Require only simple love and kindness
Not noble deeds to save the world

Perhaps it is the simple everyday things
That collectively build a foundation
Of a lifetime well-lived

Dedicated to family, friends, and all of my blogging tribe – you all bring joy into my life.

 

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