At the end of the day

 

At the end of the day

what really matters

is not what we bought, but what we built

not what we got, but what we shared

not our competence, but our character

and not our success, but our significance.

Live a life that matters.

Live a life of love ..

Unknown

Art via Pinterest

Credit to unknown artist

Source: Serendipity Corner on Facebook

Real

 

I’ve cried when I’m happy

And cried when I’m sad

I’ve smiled through the good times

And smiled through the bad

I’ve screamed in excitement

I’ve screamed out in pain

I’ve gasped at the sunshine

And gasped at the rain

I’ve laughed when I’m nervous

And when I’m elated

I’ve sighed with contentment

And when I’m deflated

I’ve sung when I’m lonely

And sung in a crowd

I’ve shouted when angry

And when I’ve been proud

‘Cause whether we’re up

Or we’re riding a low

Our feelings are desperate

For somewhere to go

We can’t keep them trapped

And locked up in a cage -

They force their way out

‘Cause they need to escape

And sometimes we’re told

That emotions are weakness

That feeling is flawed

If we let it defeat us

But how can this be?

Surely this must be wrong

For what could be weak

About something so strong

That it cannot be silenced

Cannot be tamed

Can’t be kept down

And cannot be contained

So when you next shout

Or you laugh or you cry

You scream or you smile

Or let out a sigh

Whatever the reason

Just let yourself feel

We’re not here to be quiet -

We’re here to be real

******

Becky Hemsley 2023

Artwork by Liliya Vasilyeva

'Real' is from Letters from Life

Source: Becky Hemsley Poetry on Facebook

The River | Brian Doerksen

 

life

 

Written by Rachel Marie Martin

designer of the image unknown

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