Life + Culture
A Collection Of Moments: March
A Collection Of Moments, is my attempt to actively notice the changes and beauty within each month. Because what is life, but a series of moments strung together like twinkling lights on a string?
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MARCH is …
Melting snow.
Madness.
Eyes smiling.
Saving daylight.
Jumping puddles.
Verdant.
Noting the other half.
The fours.
4th, 14th and 24th
Celebration, mourning and laying to rest.
Getting away.
Seasons change.
Time flows.
The way of the world.
A Collection Of Moments: February
A Collection Of Moments, is my attempt to actively notice the changes and beauty within each month. Because what is life, but a series of moments strung together like twinkling lights on a string?
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FEBRUARY is …
Short.
Yet so long.
Feeling winter.
Love in all its forms.
More daylight.
Romance and disappointment. 💕
Hope springs eternal.
Seasons change.
Celebrating my history as Angela Davis
returns home and speaks her truth.
She Let Go ~ A Poem
Starting at the end of last year, and even more as I move through 2019, I’m embracing poetry. I’ve always enjoyed a good poem and have written more than a few over the years.
Not long ago on Instagram, I read about a poem called “She Let Go” by Safire Rose.
As an aside, on social media, the quality of your experience is based on who you follow. Does your feed introduce you to poetry, books and creative insight? If that’s what you want and you’re not seeing it, then change who you follow.
So anyway, I love this poem. It’s got to be one of the most liberating things I’ve read in a while. Here’s a taste of it below.
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Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
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Happy Sunday to you and have a great week!
A Collection Of Moments: January
A Collection Of Moments, is my attempt to actively notice the changes and beauty within each month. Because what is life, but a series of moments strung together like twinkling lights on a string?
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JANUARY is …
Iced snow and snowy ice.
Renewal.
Declarations.
Below zero.
Planning.
Frozen.
Shimmering.
Sand and salt.
Grinning meteorologists.
Glistening.
Super Blood Wolf Moon eclipse.
Shoveling and scraping.
Why is it so hard when we have been here before?
