Some Body

I’ve teeth that stick out just a little too far

I’ve marks on my body where I’ve gathered scars

I’ve parts of my person that wobble and shake

I’ve imperfect skin on my imperfect face

My hair’s hard to manage - it’s coarse and it’s thick

I’ve stripes on my waist, on my belly and hips

I’ve lines on my forehead and some round my eyes

I’ve dimples and dents that now live on my thighs

And I used to hide, I got used to concealing

I knew all my angles and how I should breathe in...

But all of the scars are the times I’ve derailed

And got back on track and lived, telling the tale

The lines on my forehead and those round my eyes

Tell the stories of times that I’ve laughed ‘til I cried

And all of the inches and stripes on my hips

Are from carrying, growing and birthing my kids

My dimply thighs that all wobble and shake

Are the times I’ve said yes to the chocolate and cake

The times I’ve decided a moment means more

Than hiding and shrinking like I’ve done before

See I’m happy and healthy and that is what matters

Not whether I’m scarred for I’m thinner or fatter

‘Cause life is a rollercoaster to ride on

It’s here for us all to enjoy not to hide from

It isn’t a dress size or holiday snap

But moments in time that we’ll never get back

So let’s not spend moments that we can’t replace

Concerned with our bodies, our hair and our face

And let us embrace all the life that we’ve lived

Our bodies are breathing - and that is a gift

*******

Becky Hemsley 2022

Artwork by Anja Waage Art

'Some Body' is from What the Wild Replied 

Source: Becky Hemsley Poetry on Facebook

No day is wasted.

 

No single day is wasted,

Although at times it might feel so,

There are days that seem full and fast,

Others feel empty and slow.

But each day has a purpose,

That may not always seem clear,

Some days we may feel we are being tried,

And all reasoning disappears.

It's in the quieter moments,

That the answers come to light,

So slow down from time to time,

And dare to give up the fight.

We are given a breathing space,

For things to settle and realign,

So be assured when things go quiet,

It's where the spark of hope can shine.

C.E. Coombes

Artist Unknown

Source: Serendipity Corner on Facebook

The Gift of The Present Moment

 

The Gift of The Present Moment

Find joy in the here and now.

The present moment

is all we ever truly have,

fragile, fleeting,

yet infinite in its depth

The past is a story

our minds replay,

softened or sharpened

by memory.

The future is a promise

that may never arrive,

a horizon

we keep chasing.

But this moment,

this breath, this heartbeat,

this flicker of awareness,

is real.

It’s the only place

where life unfolds,

where love is felt,

where meaning takes root.

When we learn to rest here,

in the fullness of this moment,

we discover

that the here and now

is a precious gift,

where all life truly lives.

~ 'The Gift of The Present Moment' by Spirit of a Hippie

~ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Suzy Sights

Source: Spirit of a Hippie on Facebook

Abbey and Meredith

 

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.

I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.

Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I'm easy to find. I am wherever there is love.

Love, God

Source: Debi Schull on Facebook

You are blessed...

 

Don't hurry through this beautiful life,

reacting to situations with stress.

Step back from all the chaos

And rush a little less.

Come home to yourself again,

There are roses around your door,

The grass is not greener on the other side,

Don't always be searching for more.

The time is here and now

To appreciate everything you've made

It's not somewhere in the future,

Or when other plans have been laid .

So live with gratitude in your heart,

There are blessings to find in each day,

And you really don't need to look very far,

to see you are blessed in many ways ...

C.E. Coombes

Art via Pinterest

Source: Serendipity Corner on Facebook

Hank Williams - I Saw The Light

 

Where Roots Grow

 

There was a time I thought I was sinking. I felt heavy and lost in the dark waters of life, as if nothing in me was moving and nothing in me would ever bloom.

What I could not see at the time was that this is where our roots begin, in the quiet, unseen places where light feels far away and everything asks you to trust what you cannot yet see.

What I discovered was that the mud that held me in place was actually shaping me; it asked me to be still long enough to remember who I am, and in that stillness, something within me began to shift, slowly, gently, like a soft rising, a breath finding its way back to the surface.

And when I finally broke through, I could feel the change within me, open and alive, and like the lotus, I bloomed because of the very darkness that once held me.

Where Roots Grow

Art & Heart Musings By Sophia Love Storey

Source: Sophia Storey on Facebook