.
.
the knife slid back and forth across the board,
slicing the bread.
i took a piece
and placed it in my mouth.
without thinking
i took another,
and continued slicing.
suddenly,
finally,
i remembered.
.
i noticed that…
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Author Archives: nancy marie davis
be
.
.
to fit-in
somewhere,
one must stop trying to fit-in somewhere.
.
heart
.
.
calendars can tell us
names and numbers,
when to schedule the dentist appointments,
when to schedule the vacation,
when to schedule the good or horrible things that we think we need to do.
we schedule,
we dream,
we plan,
but we can’t write love on our own heart.
.
open
.
.
simply be
open
share
your heart
you might
as well
for winter
shall come
none the less
.
you are what you eat
.
.
he’s a big mac and fries
dressed to kill
looking good to the eyes
he will fill
you
with his lies
a thousand calories
of fat
that will go to your head
so you will be
his walking dead
.
bj’s line*
.
.
the burden
of the day
winked at me.
such a flirt.
and looking
like
something
the cat dragged in,
with a smile
disarming,
and so charming.
a dangerous load
that needed
special handling.
so i gave it
a sweet kiss
and let it fly.
.
*the first line, from bj.
giving
.
.
a gift
of the heart
finds it way
to another heart
♥
.
blue winter
.
.
blue foam rises
lips release breath
toes feel the sand
winter dreams
.
faith thoughts
we all like our comforts, and we have so many varied things that we hold onto that speak comfort and security to us. but, it’s the thoughts about those things that comforts us.
those things that we hold in this way is a ‘wall’ between us and fear. only this wall keeps us separated, untouchable, and in one place.
God is better than the the things that we hold onto for comfort. God is our comfort…without the wall.
the only way to get rid of the wall it seems… is transfer holding onto the things, to holding onto God. how do we transfer our hold? how do we let go of the things that we ‘hold’ so dear?
can we see what makes up the wall? can we even see the wall? perhaps we can’t see that there is a wall, until we let go of the way we think about the things that we hold onto…and the way that we think about God.
we don’t want to let go of anything that we have taken hold of for our self. our wonderful wall.
hold onto God.
water and colour
.
c.j. was watercolouring
and
this is the paper where she
brushed paint to check the colour
it makes me think of sun, ocean, fish and birds
.
i noticed that…
.
it’s wonderful
to have clean towels to fold
and a place to put them
.
time off
having a blog rest
a day
or two
or three
~
“Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day
is the rest we take between two deep breaths”
Born
Esther Hillesum
January 15, 1914
Amsterdam, Netherlands
Died
November 30, 1943
age 29
Auschwitz, Poland
~
“One of the tasks of true friendship
is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences.
Often secrets are not revealed in words,
they lie concealed in the silence
between the words
or in the depth
of what is unsayable
between two people.”
is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences.
Often secrets are not revealed in words,
they lie concealed in the silence
between the words
or in the depth
of what is unsayable
between two people.”
Born
January 1, 1956
Avignon, France
Died
January 4, 2008
age 52
~
the case of the neglectful dish washer
one bowl floating
a sink overflowing
topped off
with a mountain of bubbles
i only stepped outside for a minute
or two…
☼
the playing field
just add water
~
i noticed that…
…this is pretty good advice.
those fears can be real bears.
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