Category: Inspiration

  •   Bipolar Poem   Feeling good, but not "too" good… I can be sad, cry and know it has an end.   I can laugh out loud and not care if it has an end. Loving my life, family and friends, and thankful for life's blessings…       Mossy Stone   A rolling stone…

  •   Why The Willow Weeps   I know why the willow weeps Over the darkened lake. It weeps over death and family, While the whole world’s at stake. It weeps of the unpredictable future. It weeps of the violent past. It knows anything and everything, Which is why the sorrow lasts.        …

  •       Divinity – not just dessert!                                                                      by Libby Quinn      

  •       Poems and poets have been with us for a very long time. The stories and myths of epic poems may have begun as oral traditions that were finally put to pen and paper.       Reading  Beowulf,  reputedly one of the first poems in the Anglo-Saxon language, you uncover the timeless formula for…

  •   Heros, gods, saints, and sinners. What do they teach us?   "You could be better, like me!" "You could be worse, like me." You're doing fine? You're messing up?   We are all in the midst of our own mythical journeys.   How's it going, hero, saint, sinner, friend – how's it going?  …

  •     The gentle spring light Wakes a single white iris. Joy in the garden.                                                                  Haiku by Paula Post     Thanks to…

  •     Cloudy days have their beauty, especially when the sun finds a way to shine through.   Here's to all the "clouds" in our lives being holy!       St. Augustine bay front, shot from the Bridge of Lions.

  •   It was late in life when I saw my first cedar waxwings and they completely surprised me! Ever since then I feel blessed when they zoom through town.   It's funny how we perceive nature as blessing us. Lately it has been happening more and more, and not just with the "special birds," but…

  •     The vine in the center of this photograph promises much when first planted and then disappears into the tree tops, its leaves blending with the oak's. It isn't until it blooms that you remember that it is there at all. That's when the flowers come sailing back to earth. They land everywhere –…

  •     Purity and perfection… you can almost detect the sweet scent of this magnolia blossom.   Complimenting a neighbor on her exquisite magnolia tree, I learn that she planted the seed for it 50 years ago!   I knew a woman in her nineties who continued to plant saplings. Planting trees when you know…