Another year comes to a close
And what have I learned?
What’s my take away?
Be kind
Bring joy to people and
Develop your talents and virtues
There is nothing new in these thoughts
They are age old ideas
That still make sense
They are simple
They are profound
They resonate with me
May the coming year bring you joy
And you bring joy to others
Be kind
And the world will be a better place
March 18th, 2019
It’s a new year because we have decided to mark time this way
Otherwise today is not that different from yesterday
Or a day in the last month
The renewal we feel in the New Year
Happens inside
We decide to leave a year behind
And start another one
We decide to leave disappointment and loss behind
We leave behind unhappy memories and the time that was
We start fresh in our minds and hearts
We make new plans for the days to come
We feel rejuvenated and possibility
Is what we see
So, as the New Year begins
Let’s say good bye to what was
And embrace what is
Let’s turn a new page
Let’s look ahead with hope and expectation
January 4th, 2018
We see the branches
But the roots are invisible to us
When the tree sheds its leaves
We may think it has died
But appearances are deceiving
There is so much we dont see
And often its the hidden that is important
Appearances can deceive
While the branches sleep their winter sleep
The roots are alive and well
They are patiently waiting for good weather
To help the branches awaken
When spring comes we see with delight
That the tree was always alive
To see reality and not just form
We need to look deeper down
We need to know the spiritual laws
In order to realize
That what we consider calamity
May be a healing balm
What we consider misfortune
Can be a gift in disguise
Old leaves need to be shed
For new ones to grow
We have to look at the result
Not how things look
With insight, faith, and heavenly guides
We will learn to navigate this life of trials
We will learn to see the rainbow
At the end of the storm
We will learn to be patient
Mediate, and grow
On this first day of spring
I look outside
The trees are bare
But it wont be long
Before they will wear their
Garments of green
Before their blossoms will
Perfume the streets
Lida Berghuis
March 21st, 2011
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