In each moment

Cradled in my hand
box by tiny box opened gingerly,
reaching in to seek the gift
or memories rekindled.

I remember this one and that,
can close my eyes and see a younger me
standing in a row gazing,
choosing just the right one
and so very many years now gone
it always feels like yesterday
once each year.

Heart stirred thoughts on who I honored,
as I bought each one
and filled it with my special love
so that each one I saw
hanging on nimble green branches,
would return the feelings
of those who are no longer
except in thoughts and dreams,
and days that now grow shorter
leave me filled with a quiet peace
and gratitude for having had
so many gifts
in my life.

Magical seasons
and love is the reason
for joy and blessings
to shine through once more,
never forgotten
and always cherished
yet more this time of year
with each ornament that hangs
and says hello again old friend,
good to see you
if only for a while
then away I shall slip
into tiny boxes packed gently,
graced with hope
for goodness and greetings
next year.

Finally a day off to decorate the tree. Hallmark collectable ornaments from years and years ago, gifts from others and family heirlooms hung with care. A beautiful tree and all the lights worked (knock on wood) Peace and love and happy Hump day peeps ❤

Steps beyond

Winds billow the cloth that holds together
the pieces of a tattered heart,
standing on the edge of a dream remembered
and holding to the invisible hope
that anchors the sanity of a soul.
Body leaden and tired
it moves slowly to the rise above,
higher and higher seeking
the steps beyond the madness.
There is a quiet peace
like a frayed rope that still finds use,
braided like a delicate chain
and thrown to save the drowning mind
just out of reach yet knowing
there will be some salvation.
Turning to face the light of triumph,
we stand tall to catch each fragment
through experience we gather the courage to start
over again and one by one the falling steps
move down the other side,
we have been here before
in dreams and life,
the familiarity breeds a sense
as forward movement draws a sigh
of contentment at the journey’s end.

Beautiful art by: Ibuki Satsuki

Stirring senses

Sweetest thoughts spun
from nights lovely moments,
prone in dreams as the senses rest
I wander the shores of endless space.

Stirring the senses,
waves form like gentle hugs upon my soul
guiding me through the depths,
I ride the ripples of memory.

Tendons once tight, now ease in to the warmth,
gazing at horizons where I am so far from
and in a heartbeat I stand where my eyes can see
so far away yet still so dear to me.

Calm and filled I slip beneath
this universe stirring me in endless delight,
breathing in the essence of a glorious life
I float on the mood of a thousand dreams
whipped softly to a froth so sweet, so light.

I sip the rain, I taste the ice
cool and cleansing I refresh the senses
with scent and sound I drift away
to find the beauty in another amazing day.

Feeling light and had a most wonderful day at work yesterday. It’s nice to be able to say I love my job, the people who are smiling and so upbeat. Laughter and smiles abound, this amazing place I am so blessed to be a part of it all. I sleep each night deeply, waking refreshed and eager to start again. ❤