Posted in Inspiration, Life, Poetry

Staying the course

Between the darkness and the light, the shadows of black and white… and all the spectrums in between. Between the pain and times of joy, the tears of despair and moments of coy, between a heart that’s full and a heart that breaks, a moment in time or a distant memory that fades.

To remember all things have purpose and meaning, to make them all count as best as we can, to remember that love is always above, even when shit hits the fan.

A slightly unexpected ending to this little poem that seemed to just flow from my lips. But let the truth to be told…and stay the course. ❤️

Happy Friday the 13th.

Posted in Inspiration, Poetry

I hope you live louder

Picture taken from Pinterest

I came across a little midweek inspiration with this beautiful poem from Marisa Donnelly @tinybuddha.com. It immediately spoke to me, as so many Moments escape us doing busy work, having to adult, looking after our obligations and responsibilities, or doing whatever.

It is always balance that is key and pursuing your passion and the things that allow you to live louder as often as possible. I would love to share this poem with you today while sending a huge virtual hug to whoever that needs it, and maybe a little nudge and reminder to push yourself to make time for those things. You already know it will be worth it.

I hope you live louder

I hope you laugh more. I hope you sing at the top of your lungs. I hope you drive with the windows down and let the wind rustle through your hair. I hope you hug. I hope you kiss. I hope you surround yourself with people who make you feel alive. I hope you become the type of person that brings good energy wherever you go, and the type of person people want to be around. I hope you speak what’s on your mind, that you raise your voice for injustice, that you tell others that you love them, instead of waiting until it’s too late. I hope you live louder, shine brighter. From this moment on. ❤️🦋

Posted in Life, Poetry

Silver – and you…

“How many years of beauty do I have left? she asks me. How many more do you want? Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old and your beauty rises in ways your cells cannot even imagine now and your wild bones grow luminous and ripe, having carried the weight of the passionate life.

When your hair is aflame with winter and you have decades of learning and living and loving sewn into the corners of your eyes and your children come home to find their own history in your face.

When you know what it feels like to fail ferociously and have gained the capacity to rise and rise and rise again.

When you can make your tea on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon and still have a song in your heart. Queen owl wings beating between the cotton of your sweater.

Because your beauty began there beneath the sweater and the skin, remember?

This is when I will take you into my arms and coo YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING you’ve come so far.

I see you.

Your beauty is breathtaking.

~Jeannette Encinias

Posted in Angels, Inspiration, Poetry

Angel – Prayer

I came across a poem again. I once wrote it for a friend who became a quadriplegic, and there is a reason that it has surfaced again. Mom’s life is changing so much. It is filled with loss and gain, acceptance and letting go, finding new meanings and reasons to go on. A life once familiar is no more and adjustments are needed to embrace the unknown. I’ve said it many times, but as time ticks away, my gratitude for being here to help her with this mission is growing to new heights. I know that her days would be much darker without me.

I believe the poem is relevant to what is going on and I will share it once more. As it becomes multi dimensional, and perhaps is fitting for many others, I will dedicate it to Mom and to everybody that needs help, encouragement and love. May you never forget to dream and feel loved.

“An Angel spreads it’s Wings”

An Angel spreads it’s Wings over you by day and night,

an Angel quietly sings when you wonder what life brings.

When everything is gray and makes no sense,

he brings you strengths, comes to your defense.

He takes your pain and lifts your sorrow,

you’ll see it gets better, just wait till tomorrow.

With patience you will face each day,

finding new means in every way.

You find hope and courage, the sun begins to shine,

each day will bring new progress and everything is fine.

It’s a new beginning but never the end,

your life goes on, an Angel was sent.

An Angel spreads it’s Wings to help through the night,

to conquer every mountain, to join you in the fight.

Picture taken from Pinterest

Posted in Fun, Poetry

Fizzy Prosecco Party

It was that kind of evening. The day ended with a white grape / peach bubblebath and red wine out of a Pilsener glass. I’m sure Mom has wine glasses somewhere, but I relaxed and dreamt away anyways.

The mild evening sky looked like Marmelade and all the stars were hiding in the cool glasses of Prosecco…

Flip-Flop’ed feet were dancing through the sand, laughter echoed, hugs and stolen kisses…and all of sudden dawn was already here.

Posted in Poetry, Wisdom

Harbor

From this liminal state we are reborn into a threshold between worlds.

Through the fabric of fog, a map for another way presents itself, we see-in a flash- how life could be.

Can we return to what is familiar, and make it new, finding mystery in comfort,nor do we embark upon the adventurous unearthing together?

Surrender to the acceleration of self-discovery that can only come from encouraging the emergence of dormant forces, embarking this vantage point, let the past be memory.

This pause between present and future is the alchemy that will wake us, unlock us, transform us.

There is barely a moment, even in morning twilight when I forget to remember the shift is happening.

I am a light in the harbor, leaving the weight of the past at sea, change is my anchor deep inside peace is so close.

~Nancy Levin

Posted in Poetry

Withstanding the storm

Like a rock facing the storm, he remains strong and steady.

Pounded by waves that never seize to come and go.

Sometimes calm, sometimes forceful, he stands his ground without crumbling.

Fighting the battles that come his way, without wavering from the course.

A beacon of strengths, hope and endurance he remains in his place and withstands the force.

Posted in Mother nature, Poetry

Empty Nest


Carefullly crafted, a home filled with love and protection. 

Once a shelter of comfort and warmth,

now empty, lonely and cold.

Distant memories, faded, replaced by ever changing times.

Oh what a joy and tender moments it must have seen,

moments that filled a Mothers heart and made it beat.

Moments of nourishment that will not be forgotten,

moments forever engraved on ones soul.