I am the one
concealed in the green
peering out
to watch
from dappled shadows
and swaying fronds.
I am the one
that sees you.
That secret wild you
civilization
will not accept…
but I do.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
I see
a little bear face
nestled
among the moss
on a hike
among the trees
and draping ferns.
A painted bear face
that brightens
my heart
and suddenly
each step
is a bit lighter.
Painted rocks are all the rage around here these days. You can find them in the city, in the park, on hikes… just about everywhere if you pay attention. Usually, the hikes I go on are a little too strenuous for those that do the whole “painted rock thing”, not to mention who would want to haul rocks on a hike? I found this one on one of the easier hikes, though, just waiting off the trail in some moss to peek out and encourage a smile.
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Quietly wilting
edges ruffled
rumpled.
The petals
still fragrant
but fading
still beautiful
but tattered
just along
curled in edges
as beauty
slowly fades.
I will not allow what happened to cause the new petals of my emotional growth to whither and wilt. These delicate edges of floral petals that are the growth of my emotional healthy and well-being are not allowed to be tattered. Not by her. I will not allow this newest affront to cause me to backslide.
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Two steps forward
one step back
each single step
worried about
legos
underfoot
I trudge on
weaving between
the obstacles
to get done
what needs done.
Sometimes days come where you just don’t feel like you’re making any progress, no matter how hard you try. By the end of the day, everything you mean to have gotten done is left scattered on the floor unfinished, and you have to accept that the minimal amount you managed to actually do… is going to have to be good enough.
Today was one of those days for me.
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bright summer berries
plump and sweet
in an act of
generosity
during the
summer heat.
Sent home
with love
a gift’s been given
from work worn hands
and a caring
old heart.
My boss gave me a half-flat of local grown berries today. It had some of the biggest blackberries I’d ever seen in it, as well as blueberries and strawberries. Just a kind gift from a nice old man. I’m honored and touched… and feeling very fortunate.





