Today when I was walking in my house I went to pick up a piece of plastic that didn’t make it into the recycling. I don’t know what it was the packaging for, but it had a piece of paper advertising stuck in it that said:
perfect
And then my dear blogging friend Rhonda, had this special music that brought me such peace. It deserves to be my meditation for awhile. His name is David Nevue. Click HERE. (The imagery is beautiful too.
And lastly, complete strangers with compassionate caring heartsdove in and shared their words, their encouragement and collective wisdom, and it was absolutely beautiful.
I am truly blessed on this first day of August. Thanks for making the world a better place…and thanks for being you!
prompt from #fieryverse – Fiery verse is on Twitter with daily prompts. What I like about this is it challenges me to write a story poem with limited characters! Some would say that’s torture, but I find it fun!
I was just waking the Boise Green Belt, when a mom and her babies crossed in front. So sad that my zoom doesn’t zoom as much…Mommy was very calm and didn’t panic. Bikers and walkers stopped in awe. My day was blessed. Hmmmm have a story building in my brain… sweetness with mama and babies.
My daughter and I watch Master Chef. For me, it’s spending time with her, but it’s also fun to watch these hopeful chefs create something from nothing and how they face personal challenges and how they transform from the first to last episode. In the latest episode, there were two chefs, Leslie and Ahran, who clearly didn’t like each other from working together on previous challenges, warring out loud on television. AND, they got paired together for a cooking challenge. Everyone hoped this would have a dramatic, chaotic, train wreck effect because these two were so different! (age, gender, and very different cultural backgrounds) Onlookers, including the t.v. audience and fellow chefs, were wanting these heated rivals to fail, but I was secretly pining for them to find common ground, their love of cooking and creating.
As the episode unfolded, it was the rival’s turn to have their dish tasted. You could tell from their faces that they were proud of what they had created TOGETHER. My wishes came true! Each of the chefs found value in what the other chef had to offer to this cooking creation and “brought it to the table” per say. When the Master Chef’s tasted it, they were pleasantly surprised.
As I’ve been on this blogging journey the first time through art, and this second time through stories and poetry, I have come to realize the same common ground, our love for creating…leaving behind all our prejudices, whatever they may be…religion, gender, race, political backgrounds…to enjoy beauty, to create beauty, to inspire beauty. If the people of our world focused more on how we are alike than different. If we found ways to work together on a UNITED FRONT…If people are for us, who could be against us kind of concept…What are the possibilities?
Yes, I learned the possibility of World Peace from watching Master Chef….
Many years ago, while going assisting a friend of getting out of a toxic relationship, I was inspired to write a poem. You see, when a woman is abused, physically, sexually or emotionally, there are scars that won’t heal, like the ones that tell you that you are less than worthy, and no matter who else talks to her of her beauty, even people who know her inside and out, she won’t believe it. She believes she has brought this disgrace and shame upon herself and that she deserves the treatment. Someday, I want to be that mirror that reminds those women of their beauty and reflect true images. Upon reading this to a friend, he remind me that this could hold true for anyone. *
This weekend I wrote a quote (rewritten below). My intention was to create
a more purposeful life. If I LIVED poetry, what would that look like?
To live Poetry
Inhale the crisp brilliant air
filled with all things fiery and impassioned,
Nature, art, song, words
Pregnant with the seeds of
Love, peace,
possibility and hope
Inspiration oxygen
permeating my blood
and winding its way
through my physical body
deepening into the tissues
Of my soul.
Write it!
WRITING CHALLENGE: Now, it’s your turn! What would it look like if YOU LIVED POETRY?
It can be a poem or an essay, a quote, or a few words are two. How does it inspire you to look at life differently?
Just as in the past, I will post what you write and link it back to you. I can’t wait to hear what you say, because I know your words are magic. Don’t forget to tell your friends!
Writing Wings For You 
