In Everything, Give Thanks

From seed come forth Reaching out through the silent struggle, A push from the darkness, a reach for light. Roots like fingers grip the earth, A stubborn hold in the fading night. The stem, a whispered vow, Unfurls towards the hopeful sun. Each day, a climbing vine, Until it reaches its final run. Then, at last, a burst of color, A crimson heart, with petals unfurled. A symphony of fragrance, A story of whispers untold. Dance with the bees, a fleeting fling, A trade of pollen, with a nectar's zest. From vibrant blooms to dulling wing, A cycle of life, a covenant at rest. But even as the petals fall, A secret purpose remains untold. Within the heart, the covenant calls, A New life waiting, brave and bold. For life is simply a fleeting grace, A blank canvas, bright and fair. Tracing resilience in every space, A testament to life, and all it dares. So watch me bloom, and watch me fade, A silent story, I gently hold. A testament to beauty craftly made, From the whispers of the cold. ~s...

  Pause… … In a rushing world, a whirlwind spin, a chance to catch your breath, let the chaos thin … A pause, a hush, a space set free where the storm settles, the soul can see… Pause… … Not a void, nor empty,  but a breath held deep, where whispers of wisdom secretly keep. … A comma in a sentence of life's demands, a moment to gather, a shift in the sands…    Pause and feel the waters until the boat safely lands... Pause… …  A bridge over a rushing stream, a chance to ponder your whispered dream … An artist rest, a caesura in a  musician’s world, a crescendo in the making before your story unfolds… Pause… … The space between the notes, the silence of the night, where stars peek and shadows take flight. … A pause, an oasis , a haven to find, Renewed by the silence, the stillness of mind … So Pause… … and let the world clamor, its noise will cease, Embrace your pause, find solace, find peace. … For within the stillness, a strength resides, Find the...

It’s Friday night and we’re all worn out.  From the hustle and bustle that the week has brought out The work week's a blur, deadlines swirl, but we are all together in this fight. Five days we grinded, the hustle reminded, we gotta make the paper tight. “Thank God it’s Friday” that is what they always say TGIF – A wishful thinking, a flicker of hope that rest is here to stay But, in the end, it is just an endless longing  for a good day’s rest that is rapidly slipping. What if, instead of trying to escape the mundane, Instead of trying to endure the tedious, and fantasize a day that you know is fleeting What if you start looking at the mundane and the tedious In a new perspective that is more abiding? Manic Monday - Try your best to walk outside and breathe fresh ai r.  Appreciate the traffic and use it as a time to pray. Tiring Tuesday - It’s tiring and it’s not even half of the week yet. But hey, it’s okay, to relax just a little bit.  Drink tea and move forward on...