The Grace of Redefining Love (Image courtesy of Unsplash)
“I’m sorry you had to go through this life experience that hurt you.”
Forgiving is an act of heroism. I used to think that by accepting a situation you had to stay in it, but that’s not true at all.
Forgiving is not fixing. Forgiving is not forgetting. Forgiving is putting a blanket around our inner child and saying to them “I’m sorry you had to go through this life experience that hurt you.”
– excerpt from THE GRACE of REDEFINING LOVE, expanding life to include everything. Available May 2017!!
Once We Enter We Cannot Un-Enter
with the naked truth
like dusty roses
I gaze at night
moments surrounding sight
life so bold
restless and fragile battled
you can never let it go
from HERO, a collection of poems 1990-2001.
(when life happens, we cannot un-enter it)
PRIMAL AND PASSIONATE, LIKE JAZZ…
Primal and passionate
knowing the soundless sound
forging through the night
like a fast moving spirit
he becomes the beast
unleashing the dark
sending out signals
like a fire on
a cold winter night
From HERO, a collection of metaphysical poems
Observe What You Encounter Each Day
Severed cotton clouds
painted woolen spots
some touch the sky with gray
from a thin paintbrush
sun spaced colour
of brilliance move cross horizons
creating illusions and beams
darkened to the earth
cotton clouds become black
then we wait for the next
– from HERO, a collection of poems 1990-2001
WAKING INSTANTS 07: MARY
PEOPLE THAT MAKE A DIFFERENCE
Purple. Anything purple — because it was Mary’s favorite colour. She loved 1970’s Cadillac Coupe de Ville’s, playing gin rummy, and she made a mean Portuguese kale soup.
She crocheted blankets and table clothes in all sorts of intricate patterns and knitted cream coloured lace doilies she would often give out to family and friends.
One of my childhood heroines — Mary was a good sounding board for when I needed to feel safe and heard during somewhat tumultuous times.
She would give me gifts. A set of playing cards with a dog on a purple backdrop, and a red, white and blue afghan she made. Once, a plastic donkey that had the words “I can’t live without you” scribed on its ears. Perhaps it was to let me know that she would always be around in some form or another, a safety blanket.
Mary always accepted me as I was —feminine, masculine, creative or hungry. It never mattered to her. What a blessing to receive for a young boy with many questions.
Thank you Aunt Mary. #Gratitude #WakingInstants #PeopleThatMakeADifference
Shine light – one person at a time…
LOVE BENDS ALL
Light always wins
love bends all
breaks through walls and calls
everything you hold dear
near to you, love is
-from HERO, a collection of poems