Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Good morning! We have made it through another round of “the holiday season.” Whether it was wonderful, or it was weathered, or it was something in between, it is done. Fini. On to our hopes and to our dreams for the upcoming year!
Sundays on the blog are devoted to poetry. I consider Sundays to be a poetry workshop of sorts. I get up the nerve to write a poem (most of the time) and I bravely and vulnerably share it on my blog, and I strongly encourage you to do the same. My husband and one of my friends both purchased adult coloring books for me this Christmas, and I was fascinated at just how relaxing coloring really is for the soul. Writing poetry is much the same. Try it, you’ll like it. Here is my poem for the day:
“Blueprints”
my favorite relationships were never on purpose
my favorite relationships were never rigidly defined
by a stiff tome of archaic rules and regs and decrees
my favorite relationships can best be described as random,
they are as organic as scattered seeds, tossed in the wind
who happened to find themselves in the same bed of gravel
and they grow together, miraculously, mutually transfixed,
marveling in each other’s resiliency and vibrancy and growth
and reflectively thrilled to be part of a vivid flower garden
that was never purposefully preconceived and planned
but nonetheless, in itself, ends up vitally existing,
wildly and supernaturally, breathtakingly beautiful,
as only Nature knows how to create.
Therein lies the unerring, intuitive truth:
There are no blueprints greater than the Divine’s.