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Letter to a Friend
Dear Friend, I have never had a friend who could compare to you. When we met, I was so young and you immediately took me under your wing. You changed, and literally even saved, my life. In my early years, you showed me a way forward and gave me the strength and security, confidence and courage to…
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Her Birthday
It was her birthday, the day after Christmas. The second without her. Still so hard to wrap my head around. This was her season. We were her reason.I still talk to her. Here and there, now and then. About the girls, about teaching, about decisions. But mostly, I talk to her about our generational hand-me-downs. I tell her how I’m working on My…
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Repair
HurtNeeds repairMore than apology,For one to ownTheir words and their behaviors,Not riddle the other with excusesOr justification for their way of seeing it,To repair is to see the hurt and acknowledgeThe damage, the carelessness, the dysfunction, and look to change . Like the art of kintsugi, mending broken areas with gold,Repair moves the relationship forward…
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To Plug or Unplug
I’ve upped my Christmas decorating game this year by adding smart plugs to my trees and evergreen swags so that I can light them with Alexa commands. The ease of using my words rather than crawling under and behind things has been so efficient! But these plugs also got me thinking about all the ways I connect…
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Disembodied
Shrouded in fog,Only my body visible,My head obscured by clouds,I stand tall and proud,An awe-inspiring sight to those who behold me,Mysterious, powerful, even foreboding.But a mind disconnected from its body,Is nothing to envy,Nothing to hold up and admire,Nothing to be intimidated by.Yet society rewardsThose who separate mind and body,Armoring up with expertise,To avoid vulnerability,Showing up…
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Peace
I sit here and ponder,This likeness of me,Which you chose to cast in stone,This pose, this expression,This calm aesthetic.Does it please you to rememberMy gentler ways,My pensiveness, my industriousness,My sweet and my calm?You and I both know,The fire that was within me,The curiosity that set me wandering,The indignation that made me restless,Unable to hold my…
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Within My Reach
So close,So close I can feel it,I am nearly there,To all that awaits me,All that could be,The freedom I have fought for,It is all within my reach now.Yet it is not to be-Not for me, not today.Instead, I feel pain,Disappointment, frustration,A lack of understanding, a lack of gratitude,Because it was all within my reach.But maybe…
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Parent Teacher Conferences
Tonight kicked off parent teacher conferences for my district, a time when both parties get to come together as partners to compare notes on our shared child. I love these meetings, as I gain so much insight into my students by looking at and speaking to the bigger version in front of me! In some…
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Letters from Love – Young You
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? Peach, I would have you love…with your whole heart and your whole mind and all of your compassion and all of your acceptance…the child you were. She needs to hear from you that you delight in her imagination and creativity. She needs to know from you…
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Letters from Love – Fun!!!
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? Peach, I would have you recognize the importance of fun in your life. The importance of silliness, laughter, and feeling uninhibited. You have lived such a tightly reined life, always worried about how others perceive you. That approach has kept you small and under wraps. So…
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Letters from Love – Self Love
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? My sweet peach, self acceptance has been a wonderful step along your journey. Accepting your flaws and foibles and imperfections integrated all your parts and gave you full dimension. Putting aside notions of perfectionism and “should”and “must” began your liberation. But your journey towards self-love is…
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Letters from Love – Solitude
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? Peach, I would have you know grace for your need for solitude. The world is a loud and busy one and comes at you from all sides. It compels you to work and talk and accomplish and contribute and lead and follow and make decisions and…
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Rose Colored Glasses
Dear Rose Colored Glasses, I am so grateful for how often you took the wheel and steered us through life. You took trauma and spun it into resilience. You took disappointment and spun it into a silver lining. You took criticism and spun it into character. You were always there to pick me up-and quickly.…
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Letters from Love – Intuition
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? Peach, I need you to trust your intuition. It hasn’t failed you yet, but you haven’t always been able to hear it. And here’s why: you live in your head. You research, puzzle, analyze, compare, contrast, worry, catastrophize, and circle round and round. All in an…
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Thank You For Your Service
Dear Fear, I thank you for all the ways you tried to keep me safe. When I was little, you were there to caution me as I biked around town. As I got older, you let me play on the roof, but not near the edge. You kept me physically safe. You also kept me…
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Letters from Love – Stay in Your Lane
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? Peach, keep staying in your own lane! Focus on yourself…the things that bring you joy, the things you are working on, your creativity, your inner peace, your healing. Those are the only things you are responsible for. Self-care and self-love give you the strength to do…
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Letters from Love – Peace
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? Peach, I want you to know quiet in the midst of chaos. I want you to know quiet in the midst of busyness. I want you to know quiet in the midst of anxiety. My sweet, you have always handled difficult situations well. It might be…
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Letters from Love – Unimpeachable
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? My sweet, I would have you know that you were not meant to live a life that is unimpeachable. When you were a child, you believed that mistakes were practically life and death, that you were being watched at all times – and judged! – and…
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Letters from Love – Release
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? My sweet, I would have you notice how much sweeter life is when you’re not trying to control the outcome of its moments. Believe me, I am not knocking you… I fully understand where that urge comes from. I understand your need to protect yourself. I…
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Letters from Love – The Shadow Parts
Love, what would you have me know today? My Sweet, I would have you know that although your Word of the Year is embodiment, and you have cradled and nurtured it to let it grow within you, there is one important component that you haven’t considered and that is because it was hiding from you,…
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How Dare You?
Word Prompt: Aggression How dare you? What gave you the right? Who did you think you were? Why did you get to take what you wanted With no regard for her? Why did you feel the need to flex your power? How could you manipulate someone so innocent? How could you choose to cause so…
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Letters from Love – Gratitude
Dear Love, what you would have me know today? My Sweet One, today I would have you know that you have so much to be grateful for, but that is not the same as finding the silver lining to everything that has happened to you. Being grateful for where you are and what you have…
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Letters from Love – Fear
Dear love, what would you have me know today? My Sweet One, I would have you know that it is okay to be afraid. It is okay to take a beat, step back, not trust. Your life experiences brought you wisdom and you can read situations well. That fear is your intuition and I want…
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Letters from Love-Competition
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? My sweet one, know this…you are enough. You were brought up to believe that life is competitive, and you were frequently compared to others. As such, you have gone through life “sizing up the competition,” comparing yourself favorably or unfavorably to others on any number of…
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Inside of Beginning
Inside of beginnings is a start, a chance to write a new chapter, And inside of a start is an opportunity, intentionally laid before you, And inside of an opportunity is manifestation, receiving that which you sought, And inside of manifestation is empowerment, actively choosing your course, And inside of empowerment is belief, knowing at…
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Letters from Love…Motherhood
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? My sweet one, you need to know, and I mean really know, that you have been the best mother you could be at every stage of your children’s lives. And that you continue to evolve as a mother every day. You are human and you made…
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Letters from Love – You are enough
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? My sweet one, know this…you are enough. You were brought up to believe that life is competitive, and you were frequently compared to others. As such, you have gone through life “sizing up the competition,” comparing yourself favorably or unfavorably to others on any number of…
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Letters from Love – What’s Next?
Dear love, what would you have me know today? My sweet one, I would have you know that it is okay to relax. I realize you think this is slacking off or being lazy, but I would challenge you to think in terms of matching energy. When you do not feel motivated or excited about…
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Letters from Love-Work
Love, what would you have me know today? Sweet one, I would have you know that your worth is not equated with your productivity or your accomplishments. I know, I know, this flies in the face of every message you’ve been given, in word and in deed. It is a message that feels like it…
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Letters from Love-You are not alone
Dear Love, what would you have me know today? My Sweet One, I would have you know this…you are not unique, but that does not mean you are commonplace. What I mean is that there is nothing you can feel, nothing you can think, no state of mind, and no experience you can have that…
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Letters From Love-Embodiment
I’ve subscribed to Elizabeth Gilbert’s LETTERS FROM LOVE group and have enjoyed reading and listening to her Love letters, and those of her famous guests. I hopped right in to join, but have sat back the past few weeks and watched the emails fill my inbox. A friend had recommended this knowing it was right…
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That Face
Soulful eyes That twinkle and smile, Under brows Full of expression, Beneath a forehead That wrinkles when worried. His nose, Neither small, nor large, Between cheeks Soft and sweet. Facial scruff That highlights and enhances, Mostly grey now Tickling and teasing. He looks at me And I avert my eyes For how can you stare…
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Outside
Take one cup of fresh air, Wind and wildflowers, Rainfall and rainbows, Scents of the season. Add two dollops of sunshine, Bright and brilliant, Warm and wonderful, Seducing my skin. Three pinches of activity, Running and riding, Walking and watersports, Soothing the senses. Mix and marinate, Dawn to dusk, Peaceful or Playful, Nurturing my soul.…
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I’m Smart
So you’re probably reading this to find out just how much hubris I’ve got going on here. Well, spoiler alert! This isn’t about me. I teach children who have been identified as “Gifted and Talented.” They are between 8 and 10 years old. This designation is somewhat of a badge of honor (and probably more…
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People Pleasing
So many years Spent shape shifting, Waffling, bending, Compromising, sacrificing, Quieting, Denying, Being what I thought Others wanted me to be, Putting their comfort Before my own. So thoughtful, caring, selfless, altruistic, Right? Let’s be honest, it was for me, not them. I was fearful. Fear of disappointing, letting others down, Fear of letting them…
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Values
Values, the core principles that guide me, Aren’t as black and white as they once were, nor are they on Loan to me from parents or society. Instead, they are borne from Understanding of Self, my needs and longings, my internal moral compass, and Empathy for the experiences of others. Decisions have never been So…
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Moon Poem
I step outside Into the dark, dark night. Blackness surrounds me, And I see nothing. But then a shape, An outline- My daughter’s tree, The backyard fence, The birdbath. My eyes adjust and I know why. The silvery moon Peeks out from behind a cloud, And soon nighttime Is revealed to me.
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Magic
I co-teach a class on Wednesday nights, That’s nothing short of magic. My partner and I perfectly sync, We’ve found our special magic. Our topic is manifestation, That certain kind of magic. Empowering us to strive for more, The Universe’s magic. The women circle up on the floor, Their presence is sheer magic. Unsure of…
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The Genius Zone
Have you heard of it, The Genius Zone? The Sweet Spot where What we’re good at, What we’re working on, And what brings us joy, Overlap, Intersect, And create our Genius. The Genius Zone, The place where we learn, Grow, Maximize, Challenge ourselves, To be our Best Self, To push beyond, To create, innovate, inspire,…
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Resistance
Here lies Fear of failure, Fear of genius, Fear of getting lost. Forever gone The desire to conserve energy, To conserve time, To conserve Self. Here lies resistance, May it give way to expansion. Photo: Pittsburgh, PA. August, 2023. Photo by LA
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Dad
This well worn picture has been my favorite for 50 years and it shows! It was taken in the front yard of my childhood home, mud brown cedar shakes on the side of the split level, with stone covering the bottom third of the house. It was not a stylish home, nor beautiful in any…
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Detach
Detach- Step away, Breathe in and breathe out, Is this here? Is it now? Or echoes from then? Detach- Pull back, Breathe in and breathe out, You can’t bear their load, Just focus on you. Detach- Step back, Breathe in and breathe out, Not selfish or cruel, Let them do their work. Photo: Franny Reese…
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Actor and Reactor
When conflict arises,My heart feels the scare,I’m tempted to wall off,But know I should share.When my heart feels the scare,Reactor kicks in,I know I should share,But old records win.In place of Reactor,I find a New Me,I recognize Old Self,But choose to be free.When I choose to be free,I act, not react,I embrace the New Me,And…
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Writing (It’s National Day on Writing!)
Writing Challenges the children, battling spelling and specificity, Writing Heals the heart, bringing clarity and calm, Writing Inspires the inclined, who sharpen their senses, Writing Soothes the sorrowful, memorializing those they miss, Writing Validates the voices, of the unconsidered and unseen, Writing Expands the enlightened, seeking transformation and truth, Writing Maximizes the manifestor, focusing on…
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Living Amends
I can’t right all my wrongs, Or soothe all those I’ve scalded, But I can make amends nonetheless, By living authentically, integrated, By showing greater patience, compassion and empathy, I can share my thoughts and feelings, I can look at my flaws and be open to feedback, Listening with an open mind and heart, And…
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Truth
What if we lived our truths differently? Not hidden and tucked away neatly, But boldly, naked, on our sleeves, Across our faces. What if someone asked, “How are you?” And someone answered, “I’m having a tough day.” What if someone asked, “How are you feeling?” And someone answered, “I’m in pain.” What if someone asked,…
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Grief
Grief is not just for the dead.We grieve loss of innocence, loss of childhood,We grieve lack of connection, feelings of isolation,We grieve the experience of traumas, regardless of size,We grieve feeling silenced, helpless and small,We grieve paths not taken, what ifs, why didn’ts,We grieve disappointments, disillusionment, rejection,We grieve loss of relationships, jobs, trust, independence, mobility,We…
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Inner Child
What infects the child, Affects the adult. Messages received Deliver a jolt. Born into wholeness, We slowly are told Brokenness exists- Our confidence folds. Our essence is pure, Souls perfect and true, The world gets to us, And changes our view. But listen, Dear Child, Grown as you may be, You have all that you…
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Remember
Remember the times he made her laugh,Harder than she’d ever before…Remember the times he planned for her,Making her feel just so special…Remember the times he had a surprise,And swept her off of her feet…Remember the times he pledged his love,And promised her forever more…Remember the times he held her hand,Always wanting them to connect…Remember the…
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One Year
Dear Mom, I can’t believe it’s been a year since I’ve seen you, hugged you, heard your laugh. I miss the way you made small talk with everyone, not sure who was family and who was caregiver, but simply leading with kindness. I miss the way you laughed so easily at yourself and what others…
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Sadness
Concern- A friend shares a story of relational abuse. Empathy- I hold another dear friend in a strong embrace as she learns of her dad’s passing. Fright- A third friend shares that she has a life threatening disease. Shock- My brother has an accident and is rushed to the hospital. Seriously?- My sister leaves the…
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More
Lying deep within, Only known to me, Never expressed for fear of Giving the impression of selfishness, Ingratitude, restlessness; but Now being unable to contain that Life Giving force that is my desire for…MORE! Photo: Flemington, NJ. by LA
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The Rhythm of Family
Dark timber beams race up The high ceiling that slants to an apex. Floor to ceiling curtains shut out the darkening sky Behind the wall of windows. The long, deep room is lit by soft lamplight Filled with comfortable seating In a variety of sizes and shapes. Dad settles into his chair Whiskey sour on…
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Laughter
Can you imagine laughter as something frivolous? Something that covers up your substance? Something that takes away from your credibility? Something that can be experienced just briefly, And only toward a show, movie, baby or pet? Can you imagine hearing the sound of laughter so infrequently, That its cadence sounds unfamiliar, shocking, perplexing? Can you…
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Catch the Wave
Catch the wave of joy, As it surges toward me, Eyes bright, mouth open, head thrown back, Laughter emitting an uninhibited, unself-conscious yowl! Catch the wave of happiness, As it envelops me, Arms strong and secure, Wrapping me in contentedness. Catch the wave of melancholy, As it circles my shoulders like a blanket, Sort of…
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Manifestation
Not a wish or a dream, Nor a passing fancy, More than a goal or desired result. This is a longing, a yearning, A vision of what can be, Of what will be. When we embrace it, own it, declare it, Pen our desire in the affirmative, And then step boldly and bravely forward, Knowing…
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You’re Never Too Much and You’re Always Enough
“You’re never too much and you’re always enough,” Said a demanding mom in a moment of tenderness, On a fictional Netflix series. But a salve to my middle aged soul- Much needed words that have become a mantra That I repeat every day When emotions are strong Or competency feels weak. I’m reminded how much…
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Expansion
Fear grips me,Holds me in its tight embrace,Whispers, “Turn inward, come close,”And my world becomes small.Constricted, my body tenses,My shoulders hunch, my jaw sets,My thoughts circle on an endless loop,Catastrophizing, taunting, torturing.Isolations puts up her walls…And I am “safe.”Love embraces me,Lifts me in her exuberant embrace,Shouts, “Open your mind, open your heart!”And my world becomes…
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Shingles
Ah, if only I was referring to roof shingles. But alas, I am not. I am referring to the shingles that come from the chicken pox virus that lies dormant in your body and chooses its moment to make itself known, much to your surprise and dismay. The virus began as a tingling in my…
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Breaking Out
As a kid, I felt deeply. I thought deeply. I was observant. Vigilant. I was curious and mystified by others. I felt unlike anyone around me. I was imperfectly perfect, but didn’t know it or feel it. I felt separate, isolated. Recently I had the experience of feeling fearful when attending a reunion with some…
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It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
Aaah, childhood! How I miss the exploring, pick up softball games, cartoons on Saturdays, riding my bike all over, the burgeoning independence, but with very few obligations, amidst endless amounts of innocence. Photo: Heinz Museum, Pittsburgh, PA. 8. 26.23 by JMR
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What Do You See?
What do you see when you look at this? Is it a bowler, a person wearing sunglasses, Or something else? What do you see when you look at me? Is it a middle aged woman, a frazzled dog owner, Or something else? What do we see when we look at another? Is it judgment, envy,…
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Fear
One of my most powerful fears is that of heights. My palms sweat, my heart beats, my eyes dart about for a safe way out, I drop down low, and I imagine falling, falling, falling. It is often an irrational fear, or at the very least one with low odds, but I feel it without…
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Change
Change~ constant in our lives. It seems to be unavoidable. But also something to be embraced, celebrated, for it brings energy, new growth, and resiliency. It allows me to become all I am meant to become. It is also how we measure remorse in others, looking to see that they fail forward, not making the…
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She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty~bold, upright, Of older sisters and youngest child, And all that’s best of he and I, Meet in brown eyes, red hair so wild, With humor and her kindness bright, The Universe looked round and smiled. A little fun with Lord Byron! Photo: Miami, FL. 8.2.23 by LA
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Grief
So this is not my usual type of post. I am looking for feedback, input, shared experiences, unique experiences, stories, fears, hidden shame, whatever you feel comfortable sharing. I would very much appreciate hearing from you. This past weekend, my oldest friend came to stay with me. She arranged a lunch with a half dozen…
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Bloom
Inside of a bloom is a bud, straining to expand, And inside of a bud is a seed, anxious to travel, And inside of a seed is destiny, an ordained path, And inside of destiny is free will, the agency to choose, And inside of free will is manifestation, a pure focus, And inside of…
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Longing
She felt it, a longing, a great desire, not to be ignored. I am not a young lamb, she thought proudly, I am a fighter. What would she do with this gift? How would she create legacy? This arum poem is inspired by The Book of Longings, by Sue Monk Kidd.
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Poetry in the Park
Under the pavilion at the park, Our little group of writers sits, Some scribbling, some tapping, some lost in thought, While nearby, the occasional engine revs; Shouts of delight rise up from the creek. The sun is lower in the sky now, Dusk before darkness. Dusk before darkness, The sun is lower in the sky…
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Coffeehouse, a Reverso Poem
A coffeehouse, midday~ Around me, the hum of productivity, Fingers tapping, computers whirring, While I sit quietly and compose. A dog sits on the other end of my bench, Curled up and sound asleep. Curled up and sound asleep, A dog sits on the other end of my bench, While I sit quietly and compose.…
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Dream
Inside of “dream” is insomnia – tossing and turning, watching the clock,And inside of insomnia is anxiety – a dozen weighted blankets atop me,And inside of anxiety is hypervigilance – my mom up late, waiting and worrying,And inside of hypervigilance is control – unsuccessfully trying to affect outcomes,And inside of control is fear – catastrophizing,…
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Morning, Arun Poem
Dawn – Pups stir, I lay still. ‘Not yet,’ I think, ‘One more hour, please?’ Still – They sense It’s not yet Time to wake, so They snuggle back in. Time – I rouse. They rush to My face, smother Me in pup kisses! Photo: Flemington, NJ. 1.23.23 by LA
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Stop and Smell the Flowers
A bouquet of fun, Vying for my attention, I pause and notice. Photo: Lambertville, NJ. 8.13.23 by LA
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Painted Lady
You are resplendent- Bright wings against pink flowers- And inspire my awe. Photo: Flemington, NJ. 8.13.23 by LA
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Dog Days
My dog never questions what he needs. He never worries how others will perceive him. He is not caught up in what he “should” be doing. Henry just is. He acts on his feelings. He asks for what he needs. He takes care of himself. Today that looked like a nap. An hour after waking…
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Dancing Days Are Here Again
Beers in hand, my friend and I pulled up chairs to listen to live music at the local festival. The day was hot and humid and dark clouds threatened rain. There was a good sized crowd and listeners were, for the most part, attentive to the band. I LOVE live music and can listen to…
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August: It’s Like the Sunday of Summer
My heels dig in. I won’t. It’s too soon. There’s still so much to do, like camping and cleaning, organizing and purging. Where are the lazy, hazy days I was looking forward to? Instead, I feel the Sunday scaries, counting more days behind than ahead of me. Oh, please slow down, Summer.
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Frenchtown
Frenchtown at twilight, The colors subdued. By day they were vivid, By light’s waning, less hued. Blended together, With Nature’s brush, In muted harmony, Not any too lush. Photo: Frenchtown, NJ. 8.10.23 by LA
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Together
Together, but separate, We work side by side, Harvesting what we’ve each sown, Relishing the sweet taste Of fulfillment, replenishment, Nourishment for our souls. Each of us seeking what we need, Not quite like the other, But sustenance, just the same. Photo: Lambertville, NJ. 8.5.23 by LA
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What Am I Seeing?
I might have missed it If my companion hadn’t pointed it out. I am drawn into its spell. Mouth open, eyes aglow, I pace beneath it, Curious, confused, caught up in its complexity. What am I seeing? Who are these people? What are they reaching for? Are they desperate? Or determined? Are they working together…
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The Path
“This way,” The Path assured me. “You’re right where you should be.” “How do you know?” I whispered in return, feeling the apprehension grow within me. “Because this is your path,” came the reply I hesitated. “But there are so many paths. How do I know this is the right one?” “Because you’re on it,”…
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Strut your Stuff!
Regal colored fan, Remarkable creation, Dazzling display! Photo: Coconut Grove, FL. 8.2.23 by LA
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Boundaries
Boundaries! Say what!? You want me to examine my needs and determine who or what I will allow in my life and under what circumstances? This concept was foreign to me, a people pleaser, a rule follower, a box checker. But now I thrive because I am discerning about what I will and won’t accept.…
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Summer
Summertime, even at 54 years, has a way of reminding this soul to slow down, kick back, and relax. Sleep in, then stay in jammies, plop on the couch and read, moving lazily through the hot day. Nothing but fun and choice.
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When Did This Happen?!
A stranger in my daughter’s new city, I follow where she leads, impressed by her confidence As she navigates the area she has come to know through countless walks, runs and bike rides. It’s not just Miami that’s new to me, but also this young woman, All grown up with a furnished apartment, cleaning products…
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Poetry in the Park
Evening time, families pack up to go home, but we stay on, heads down, pens rolling, authors. Photo: Mine Brook Park, Flemington, NJ. 7.13.23 by LA
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Miami, Part II
City All around me; Bright sports cars whiz by me, The spandex clad rush to the gym, Motion! Photo: Miami, FL. 8.2.23 by LA
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Miami, Part I
Ocean, Shimmering clear, Its warmth invites me in. I lie on my back and float now, At peace. Photo: Bill Baggs Cape Florida State Park, 8.1.23 by GHC
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Who Will Take Care of Me?
The lighthouse stands at attention on the shore, watching over brave, seafaring souls exploring both the known and unknown with confidence because of her presence. “Who was my lighthouse? Who watched over me?” the man wails, the pain of childhood abandonment broiling from his very core. “Who made sure I was safe, saw me home,…
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Nightwatch
Spilling over falls, Flowing rapidly downstream, Through the little town. Photo: Clinton, NJ. 7.13.23 by JMR
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I’ll Miss You
While at WonderSpaces in Philadelphia this past weekend, I came upon an interactive art installation. The project asked museumgoers to take a white rolled slip of paper from the wall. On the paper, we were to write words we wish we’d said to someone, whether a comeback, final words, or the perfectly worded expression. We…
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Hope
See her face,Etched with the threads of stories.Are they stories of silliness, sadness, solemnity,Solace, and self sufficiency?Has she lived through horrors unimaginable?Has she witnessed worries that overwhelmed?Has she known love, the kind that lit her soul on fire,Or the kind she would lay down her life for?Has she shown kindness and compassion To friends and…
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Reflection
The mirror stands in front of me, Reflecting what it sees. Lines and wrinkles, gray hairs, too, Signs of aging that never cease. Some might wish their mirror had, A filter like their phone, To tease them into thinking that That image they could own. But, Mirror, I trust you understand, The story behind each…
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Time
“I’ll be happy when…” I used to say, Always looking far ahead, Planning and dreaming of “that” day, Neglecting the present instead. Photo: Denver, CO. 6.28.23 by LA
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River
It rushes along, Fed by storms, fed by thaw, Energized at a time When it usually feels sluggish, fatigued, Stagnant even. It stumbles and gushes, Grabbing bystanders and pulling them along as debris, Sharing the thrill of speed, Of exploration, Of adventure. It doesn’t waver or stop to think, It hasn’t planned for this Or…
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Flat Irons
The bucolic countryside stretches out before me. Cottonball clouds drift over rugged mountains, As if to soften their intensity, While the tree line yields To the lush field below, And this hiker taking in the beauty. *Sigh* Photo: Boulder, CO. 6.27.23 by JMR
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Rainbow Road
Rainbow- A symbol of Pride and diversity, Celebration, self expression, Freedom. Photo: Pearl Street Mall, Boulder, CO. 6.27.23 by LA
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Flow
Let go- Embrace yourself- Reclaim and embody Openness, authenticity, Freedom Photo: Colorado Springs, CO. 6.29.23 by LA
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A Window
A window, Born from exposure, experience, erosion, An opening in an otherwise hard and impenetrable object, A breach, a crack, a breaking open of sorts. It gives little information about the contents within, But rather lets us see through, To what lies beyond, Both near and far. Standing atop this mountain, I look through to…
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Lake
Serene and sublime, Its depths holding magnitudes Of unseen secrets. Photo: Evergreen, CO. 6.29.23 by LA
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Practice Presence
Pause there and rest, Take a beat, Come down from the thrill, The excitement of soaring, Of showing off your beauty, Of proving your skill, Flying high above, unreachable, untouchable, Getting an overview, a glimpse- An outsider, you control what we see of you. Come down now, Amongst us, those who love you. What do…
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Peace
Clouds Dance in Bright blue sky- Perfect backdrop To majestic mounts Dotted with evergreens Standing watch over the lake- Clear, refreshing, peaceful, healing, A home to animal and plant life. I stand on the this bridge and soak it all in. Photo: Evergreen Lake, Evergreen, CO. 6.29.23 by LA
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Thoughtful
I’m feeling thoughtful, Still and at peace. I’m feeling thoughtful, My body at ease. I love to sit in Nature when I’m feeling thoughtful, in the shadow of mountains, by the babbling of a creek or river, by the rolling waves of the ocean, by the colorful palette of a flower garden. I find myself…
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Free
I stand on one foot And experience balance, Feel how my body adjusts To accommodate my wishes. I point my toe, Extending it out and away from me, Refusing to be boxed in and kept small, Reaching and pushing and growing. My belly tucks in, Aligning with my hips, Opening up not for others, But…
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Anger!
It rumbles in from the distance, Moving slowly at first, building. Dark clouds gather, gaining strength in their discontent. Other malcontents join in the cacophony, Bringing noise and chaos. As they jostle for position, violence erupts, Until there is a palpable charge in the air. “Something is going to happen here!” The People note. The…
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Illusion
I think I see it, Surely my eyes aren’t lying, It must be the truth. But can I truly believe, That which seeks to fool my mind? The Illusionist Isn’t just a shady guy, It is also me When I don’t want to see truth, When I just want to believe. Sometimes my feelings Purport…
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Little Boy
What are you thinking, Little Boy?What thoughts go through your mind?Are you dreaming up some mischiefOr a prank to mastermind?What are you thinking, Little Boy?Are you dreaming in your head?Do you see the possibilities,The promise that lies ahead?Are you imagining a trip to space,To explore the Universe so vast?Or is your bent to know the…
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A Smile
A Smile is an invitation,Goodwill that you extend.It sets the stage for kindness,It’s how you make a friend.A Smile is an olive branch,With it you make amends.It shows that you are sorry,And your misstep it transcends.But a Smile is also yours,Not just meant to give away.For when you are feeling pleasure,Your inner happiness it conveys.Photo:…
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Strawberry Bloom
A single flower Emerges from the new plant, Shocking in color, For white was expected here… Surprise! I felt bright today! Photo: Flemington, NJ. 7.3.23 by LA
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The 4th of July
Growing up, the 4th of July was my favorite holiday, unlike most kids who favored Christmas. For me, the 4th was all about adventure, excitement and hubbub, with my house at the center of it. We were ideally situated (in my mind, anyway) just beyond the launching site for the fireworks. From our backyard, the…
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The Path
No matter where I am, I am drawn to the path, Be it through the woods, By a river or creek, Across a snow covered field, Or through a tunnel. As I walk down the path, I look not only forward, But to my left and right, Taking in the sights and sounds Of this…
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Gotta Go Through It
The tunnel, Carved into mountain For us to Move forward. And so it is with pain, fear, And problems-go through! Photo: Red Rocks Park, Colorado. 6.28.23 by LA Shadorma poem with 6 lines of 3, 5, 3, 3, 7, 5 syllables This photo reminded me of Brownie meetings as a kid, where my mom (our…
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I Sit for Treats
They have been running and chasing each other around the pool, delirious. Suddenly, a boy appears with treats in his hand, Signaling that they should “Sit!” At once, the four bodies that couldn’t stay still, that didn’t listen to owners Come to a screeching halt, attentive to the scintillating scent And sit politely like statues…
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Fireworks
The baseball game ends, Lights and sounds fill the night sky, Independence Day! Photo: Trenton Thunder Stadium, Trenton, NJ. 7.4.23 by LA
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The Tack
So here’s an interesting story from my childhood, and a bit embarrassing at first glance. But bear with me, because maybe you’ve had a similar experience but under different conditions. For a number of years, my childhood bedroom had a thick, blue shag rug. On my sliding closet doors hung a full length mirror. As…
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Thorns
A few weeks ago, I was out front trimming my rose bushes back. They were aggressively attacking cars pulling in and out of the driveway and the mail carrier making his daily trek up the sidewalk. Suited up in long sleeves and gardening gloves, I began the task of trimming and bagging the shorn stems.…
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Unmasked
Under the mask so polished, pristine, and polite, (Nothing to see here, nothing to notice), Meet One who seeks real connection, true connection, Acceptance for her authentic Self, which seeks to be seen and heard and known. She Keeps herself “safe,” missing the whole point that Everything she wants, everything she seeks, is Deep within…
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Lessons From Nature
I’ve just returned from a week out in Colorado, spending time in Denver, Boulder, Golden, Evergreen, Colorado Springs, and Manitou Springs and hiking the Flat Irons, Red Rocks and Garden of the Gods. I was surrounded by Nature’s bounty and cognizant that it held lessons for me. I was stunned by the massive beauty of…
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Indomitable Spirit
For the month of June, I am each day flipping through Clarity and Connection, by Yung Pueblo, and randomly stopping at a page to read. Using the entry as a prompt, I delve into my thoughts and feelings, find what resonates, and see what answers it might hold for me. It is an exercise in…
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Letting Go
For the month of June, I am each day flipping through Clarity and Connection, by Yung Pueblo, and randomly stopping at a page to read. Using the entry as a prompt, I delve into my thoughts and feelings, find what resonates, and see what answers it might hold for me. It is an exercise in…
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Change
For the month of June, I am each day flipping through Clarity and Connection, by Yung Pueblo, and randomly stopping at a page to read. Using the entry as a prompt, I delve into my thoughts and feelings, find what resonates, and see what answers it might hold for me. It is an exercise in…
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Trauma Identity
For the month of June, I am each day flipping through Clarity and Connection, by Yung Pueblo, and randomly stopping at a page to read. Using the entry as a prompt, I delve into my thoughts and feelings, find what resonates, and see what answers it might hold for me. It is an exercise in…
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Essential for Growth
For the month of June, I am each day flipping through Clarity and Connection, by Yung Pueblo, and randomly stopping at a page to read. Using the entry as a prompt, I delve into my thoughts and feelings, find what resonates, and see what answers it might hold for me. It is an exercise in…
The Journey Inward 