♫•✿•Rhythmic•.Grace•✿•♫

  If one of the things you believe in,  Is that this world's an ugly place,  You must have never gone outside at,  And stared up into space,  You haven't felt the way the air changes,  In the minutes before it rains, Or watched the world pass by below,  Out the window of a plane,  You've never been awake so early,  That you see the moment the sun starts to rise,  And you've never lain with your back on the grass,  And made shapes with the clouds in the sky,  But maybe if you've done all this,  But still don't believe it's not true,  It's because you can't see all the beauty,  That I see when I look at you" 🌻  Erin Hanson

  I sit beside the fire and think  Of all that I have seen Of meadow flowers and butterflies In summers that have been Of yellow leaves and gossamer In autumns that there were With morning mist and silver sun And wind upon my hair I sit beside the fire and think Of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring  That I shall ever see For still there are so many things That I have never seen In every wood in every spring There is a different green I sit beside the fire and think Of people long ago And people that will see a world That I shall never know But all the while I sit and think Of times there were before I listen for returning feet  And voices at the door. 🌻 J.R.R. Tolkien

  Friendship

I woke up and I thought about kissing you. 

The Tree I love thee when thy swelling buds appear, And one by one their tender leaves unfold,

Return to your soul Return to the heart of hearts To your golden dream To the child inside

THANK YOU, YEAR I wanted to blame you. I wanted to make you responsible for every death and negative outcome, and for all the complicated obstacles set in my way. I wanted to shake my fist at your delivering grief to my door and turn my back on the sorrow you dealt. I wanted to desensitize my heart in the middle of your tragedy and misfortune, and numb myself from the on slaughtof fear engulfing me throughout your cataclysm. Instead, I will stand in the place that’s called Gratitude and I will say, Thank You. Thank you world, for holding me in your grace each night. Thank you life, for keeping me in your protective care. Thank you friends, for walking with me in the dark,because I made it through to see the light of the next passage. Thank you hardship, for bringing out the real work that needed to be done from with into allow for growth and transition. And the vital truth is, whatever we so love is divinely passing through. Every living thing, every preciou

The Waking - Theodore Roethke I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go. Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me, so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go. This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go. Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems Tags: awareness, consciousness, destiny, fate, future, life, que-sera-sera, reflection, sleep, waking

Spirit of the river, I can hear you, I feel as if i’m deep inside your song, I see you laughing intoxicated,dancing, Will you carry me with you when i’m gone? Spirit of the forest I can hear you, I travelled far to be among your kind and you teach me how to live among your people, I'm’m so far from the world, I left behind ashes to ashes, Sermons in stone, Oh how time passes, We’re here and then we’re gone, And all that remains, When we’re free of our chains, Is the love we shared. Mother earth what can I give back to you as you carry me, Carry me to my rest, I bow to the turning of your seasons as I lay my head upon your breast.

Miracles happen to those who believe in them. ~ Bernard Berenson