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Published?

Jun25

I have been published!

Where you may ask

Let me explain 

I have been published 

Not once, but eight times

Look on Amazon

You will find my books

Publishing is no longer done the traditional way

Yes, that still exists

But now we have many more additional ways

You can be published on Instagram 

You can be published on Facebook

You can be published on WhatsApp 

And the list goes on

Will thousands read my posts?

Maybe not

Will I make money?

Who needs money anyway

Artists are mostly poor in material things

But their heart is connected to a source

Where inspiration comes from

Their words and images are worth so much to those who appreciate them

I have been published

Many times over

My readers are few 

You can’t find my books in a bookstore 

But I’m happy to reach those that I do

Art is there to uplift our souls

And artists are happy to play their role

June 25, 2025

Why do we lie?

Jun21

Why do we lie?

Why is honesty sometimes so hard?

Maybe we think we can go farther with a lie

Maybe we think we can benefit somehow

Sometimes we even lie about who we are

Pretending and acting is not hard 

Sometimes we lie to protect ourselves 

And avoid being caught

There is a price that we’re bound to pay though

And that price will appear like a stain on our soul

The soul is invisible of course, so we don’t see the stain 

But that stain remains and with every lie

Another stain is added as time goes by

The soul that is stained is not a happy soul

It’s not at peace


It seems our life is going well

But it’s not like that 

There can be regret and guilt 

“Truthfulness is the foundation of all human virtues”

May we grow and develop and choose honesty over deceit 

May 30th, 2025 

On writing

Jun28

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Nothing to do
Nowhere to be
No one to see
Quiet surroundings
Only the sound of the birds
Me and my thoughts
Those are the conditions of writing for me
Once a phrase is there
I start and see where it goes

Time is needed
Can’t be rushing all the time
Need to sit for a while with my thoughts
Contemplate
Connect to that deep place in my soul
Where meaning roams
Where emotions dance
Where ideas emerge

In that solemn space
Words appear out of seemingly nowhere
And flow across the page

June 28th, 2023

Sacrifices

May30

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A child is born

And brings much joy

But the mother makes many sacrifices

The sleepless nights

The fatigue and feeling overwhelmed 

Her priority becomes her child

The child grows

And in each stage of growth

There are challenges 

And the mother learns and grows as well 

The teen years are the time the child

Tries to be their own person

And their life starts to separate from that of the mother

Early adulthood are sweet years

The independent child becomes a friend 

A helpmate, a confidant 

And then it’s time for the child to leave 

To start their own journey in life 

And the mother once again must sacrifice 

The bonds she has carefully created over the years

Must stretch somewhat 

The distance between her and her child has to grow 

But the mother’s soul will always be close 

To that of her child

Her thoughts will be with him/her

Her love will go on 

April 30, 2023

Sunny day

Apr15

 

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Sunny days are fleeting 

The clouds always gather and rain falls

It’s like the days of our lives

We need to enjoy the sunny days

Sit outside

Go for walks

Soak up the sunshine

Because most likely tomorrow it will rain

Challenges will come

Illness may visit

Stressful situations my arise

But like real rain

These days are the days that water the ground

Of our hearts and souls

They may not be our favorite days

But they are necessary for our growth 

Without rain, we don’t have lush gardens and meandering rivers

Without rain, we don’t appreciate the sunny days as much

Today is a sunny day

And I’m sitting in the sun

April 14th, 2023

Love is what life is about

Oct29

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Love is what life is about

The encouraging words of a friend

A thoughtful gift sent in times of illness

A phone call to see how you are

And even though these things happen sometimes

During challenging times

The love one feels 

Makes one feel alive

And cheers one’s soul

Love is what life is about 

October 29th, 2022

Feeding one’s soul

Sep2

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We can’t please other people all the time and be happy ourselves
To please someone else, we put their needs first
It’s of course OK to do that sometimes
What we want can’t always be at the top of the list
But if we do that continuously
We will be neglecting your own needs and
Resentment builds
If we value ourselves
We must look out for ourselves
Do things that bring us joy
Serve others of course
But don’t forget we are important too
When we give priority to ourselves
Others may not understand
They will want our attention
And that, they can’t temporarily have
It takes courage to do what feeds our soul
But it’s one of the most important things we need to do

September 2nd, 2022

Sometimes

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Sometimes it’s good to have no plans

Sit and let your thoughts play in the playground of your mind

No place to be

No appointments to keep

Nothing to cross off your to-do list

Just sit and stare

Or in my case, write 

With with no agenda or plan

Write as a kind of meditation

With no goal in mind

These times are rare but essential

Our souls need maintenance too

If we fill up every hour of our day

We may burn out 

Or feel really tired

We need time to focus on positive thoughts

To look for beauty in nature or art

Perhaps create something just because

Take a break from the rat-race of life and

Breathe deeply

And after a while, when we are ready

Tackle the things that need to be done

April 25th, 2021

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 

Reflections

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I just realized I’ve been posting poems on this blog for ten years. How the time flies. I’m grateful to have discovered the gift of writing at this point in my life. It centres me, it nourishes me, it helps me process my thoughts and feelings, and I hope my writings bring joy to those who read them. It is important for all of us to identify what we are passionate about and peruse that and if that passion is in a creative field, even better. The arts are expressions of our souls and as such they will touch the souls of others. I wish you a wonderful year and I hope you will pursue your passion as well.

January 1st, 2021