back into loving arms, carry me home, circle of life, desire, divine truth, love, nature, seasons, spirit
I’ve been warned
there is a dreamer
rests beneath my collar bone
spends the night
curled beneath me –
a fiery furnace made of stone
sometimes words can resurrect us
from all we loved
all we know –
of the joys recalled in living
hand to heart
soul to soul
in the leaves
I hear the ocean
silent strumming on the shore
as I walk the beach at sunrise
I feel the trees like ne’er before
and one remembers
where is home
and what I keep
of the blessings that surround me
. . .
Jane Sturgeon said:
I love this, Bobbie. ❤️
…..as I love you……in my bones ❤
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Life is entropic by nature, what skilled hands forged by fire, is quietly consumed by its own being …
Recently, I had reason to reflect on the value of things – what we desire, what we chase, what we keep. I recall thinking how sad it was that someone I loved would never smell the scent of old fashioned roses again. That seemed like the harshest loss when compared to bank accounts and a condo worth more than she gave for it. It is a luxury to realize just how precious the now, and what of things we’d return for knowing anew. ❤
Marlena? I was thinking of her recently …
No. It was my sister-in-law. Marlena is doing okay, though health issues have been a constant for years. For her, it’s the thought of never walking an olive orchard in Italy again……. ❤ We all have our griefs. I gave my tent and camping equipment to my nephew last year and it traumatized my sister for she felt like I was making a statement – that I would never be camping again. I didn't see it that way, but rather than he would use the stuff more than me, and should the opportunity present itself, I can buy new or borrow from him. ❤
After moving our home in 2013 I understand well the concept of Swedish death cleaning … I have since parted with a lot of “stuff” no one will want, and continue to think out my collections. It is rare that I need or miss anything that has been sold, given away, or recycled 🙂
I recall when we last moved that I had several boxes that remained unopened for almost a year before I decided they were obviously unimportant. I grew up without a lot of space and as a rule, it has served me well. When given the option to put something in the attic, my response is always ‘no’ because nothing ever comes back from the attic! One of my favorite quotes – love doesn’t die; people do; so when I am gone, give me away ❤
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing words shared by a talented writer.
I enjoyed your work and you are welcome.
Photo and words. Perfect and outstanding.
Thank you, John. ❤
You are welcome.
This is a beautiful piece. Lovely imagery and loaded with tender emotions. ❤️Joni
You are so very kind. Thank you, Joni.
I am just telling the truth. It was truly beautiful. 💕🤗❤️