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The writer’s canvas

Mar16

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“A painter paints pictures on canvas

Musicians paint their pictures on silence”

A writer paints her picture on the tablet of the readers’s heart

Words are the paint

Some vibrant

Some subdued

Words are the paint

Sometimes splashed across the page in rage

Sometimes applied with gentleness 

Words are the paint

They create a masterpiece

From ordinary subjects

Words are the paint

The colours endless

Words are the paint

The pictures they paint bubble up

From the soul of the writer and

Mesmerize the observer

Words are the paint

The paining a reflection of the spirit of the writer 

March 16th, 2021 

Perfect no more

Feb23

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There was a time when I was a perfectionist

I would agonize over things

But that time is passed

I’ve learned we’re all imperfect

And it’s OK to acknowledge that

Perfection is a prison

Our ‘self’ is the prisoner

I left that prison some time in the past

Actually you can bond over your flaws with your friends

Isn’t it stressful to have a perfect friend?

We all strive for perfection

But we don’t have to reach it every time 

My knitting teacher told me long ago

That flaws are part of hand knitted things

It’s what sets them apart from machine made ones

It makes them unique and one of a kind

Now, I do what I do with heart and soul

But it’s OK if I don’t reach perfection

This is so liberating I find

Flaws are part of a well-lived life

February 23rd, 2021

An ocean of snow

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It’s an ocean of snow

Ripples in the snow are like gentle waves 

And amid this ocean of snow

Are standing you and I

Seemingly apart

Seemingly drowning in the white snowy landscape

But we are still standing tall

We have not given up

We are defying the odds

We have faith that spring will return

That the snow will melt

And that we will start our lives over again

February 2021

Covid 2

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Covid, covid, you’ve been with us for a year now

That’s a long time

That’s twelve months, 365 days, actually more

Are we used to you?

Somewhat

People can get used to the strangest of things

People can survive years in captivity

What we have with you is nothing like that

Yet we complain

We ask, where did our freedom go?

Where did our fun disappear to?

Why can’t we socialize like we used to?

We still have a lot of freedom though

We can zoom from morning till noon

iChat in the afternoon

Send messages on WhatsApp all day long 

We can socialize all we want

Yes, it’s different now

But just imagine what it would be like  

If we didn’t have the web?

February 1st, 2021

The vision quest

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The vision quest

I’ve only read about them

Going into the wilderness alone

Communing with nature

Listening to the voice of the ancestors

Contemplating one’s place in life

The vision quest

A right of passage

The gate to maturity and responsibility 

Seeking one’s animal guide

The vision quest

Reaching out to the Great Spirit

Asking questions

Listening attentively for answers

The vision quest

January 29th, 2021

Silence

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Silence

That’s all I hear

As he sits next to me

We are driving

The destination, unknown

I look at him

He’s pensive

Looking straight ahead

Sometimes he looks out the window

Still deep in thought

What does he see out there?

What is he thinking?

Is he upset?

Have I don’t something wrong?

Why so silent?

I ask him a question to start a dialogue 

He says he doesn’t feel like talking

He prefers to be silent

But his silence sounds like a scream to me

January 29th, 2021

The garden

Jan23

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Where should I go for inspiration but to the Beloved?

Where should I turn my face to but to the beauty of the beloved?

Nowhere else is worthy is attention

Nowhere else will delight my heart

When there is a most perfect garden with dizzyingly fragrant flowers

A feast for the eyes and a balm for the soul

Why should I roam in the desert one minute longer?

The map has been drawn

The way has been shown

All that is left is to walk on the path 

That leads me to the Beloved

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Ambiguity

Jan22

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Is there a right answer?

Sometimes yes, sometimes no

There are many roads that lead to Rome

Should I be worried about taking the wrong path?

I used to

But now I know any road I take

I’ll manage to make it work

Or else I’ll chose another path

Are there precise answers?

Sometimes yes, sometimes no

What works for you won’t work for me

What’s perfect for you won’t suit me

Are there answers to all questions?

I don’t think so

Somethings will remain a mystery

I’ve come to terms with not knowing

I can live my life despite it

We need to manage our expectations

We need to come to terms with ambiguity

Some questions have many answers

Some questions have no answers

But questions will always be with us

And the need to know and understand 

January 22nd, 2021