Wonderings and Ponderings

Pooling in the undermath of motion
Relating to the scenery and climate
Adapting yet not melding into the surrounding form

Uprooted and uplifted by change
On the surface soil

Being and existing, no clinging
Wanderings and ponderings

The Crevice

What slides along or beneath or between the cracks of our walk?

Dusty edges, crumbling foundation and sandy soil hint of what consequences our momentum creates within our lives

Providing foundation for growth for others. Slowing the progress of others or even creating a boundary of no crossing, a dead end.

Choices of ours affecting choices of others… the crevice, the circle, the circumstances, the Christ. Remembering us in others and upholding ourselves in Christ along the crevice.

The Moat

Catapulting the moat without knowledge of what lies
beneath my returning feet.

Aggression with motion
an earnest feeling of passion
yet transcends not peace.

How is it that the drawbridge be lowered?
I seek, but with metal claws, not silent wisdom
of the sages.

Can wisdom be received in motion? Can motion disturb the
silence too much to hear the answer?

Grant me greater stillness Lord, to hear thy voice,
to let down the drawbridge of my heart and others to
receive.

May springing forward, the leaping through air be on
the wings of thy grace, not the aggression of fear.

Praise be.

LIFE AS A CRAYON

REMEMBER. REMEMBER THE FIRST BOX OF CRAYONS. THE SLIDING, THE GLIDING, THE SLIPPERY LINE TAKING ITSELF FOR A RIDE. YOU PICKED IT FROM THE BOX AND IT WAS ON ITS WAY TO WORDS, TO IDEAS OR CREATIVITY.

THE CRAYONS WERE NAMED INCREDIBLY TANTALIZING COLORS, BUT RED, BLUE, GREEN WITH A PASSING FLAVOR OF TWO BLENDED TOGETHER BEGAN YOUR SELECTION PROCESS, YOUR STEPPING OUT INTO THE WORLD BECOMING INDEPENDENT, CREATING AN IDENTITY ON PAPER FOR YOURSELF AND AN IDENTITY YOU WANTED OTHERS TO SEE IN YOU.

THEY GOT BROKEN, TAPED, TOSSED AWAY AND OFTEN WERE ADDED TO WAX TO MAKE CHRISTMAS CANDLES. FROM THE CRISP BOX WITH SOLID EDGES OF DELINEATION TO AN OLD COFFEE CAN ON THE SHELF BUT THEY KNEW THEY WOULD BE FOUND BY YOU IN INSPIRATION AND PLAY.

TODAY, I FEEL LIKE ONE OF THOSE CRAYONS, FRESH FROM THE BOX, BUT LAYING ON THE SCORCHING SIDEWALK ANTICIPATING A CHILD'S REACH OR THE BATTING BY A CAT. THERE IS LONGING TO BE USED TO CREATE, TO BE INDEPENDENT IN MY CREATION. THERE IS ALSO A LONGING TO BE PART OF SOMETHING BIGGER THAN ME.. MAYBE A LOVER, MAYBE A PARTNER, MAYBE A FRIEND.

MY COLOR NAME IS " NOT SO BLUE". IT CONTAINS HOPE, LOVE , FAITH WITH A BIT OF LONGING. LONGING TO BE PICKED UP OFF THE HOT SIDEWALK AND USED TO CREATE EVEN MORE BEAUTY IN THIS WORLD.

WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU NAME YOURSELF? WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE? WHO WOULD BE PICKING YOU UP?

LIFE AS A CRAYON. HMMMMM.....

The Run Away Phoenix

Who are you rising up from the ashes?

The Phoenix?

The remnant of what was or what you imagine you can be?

Awake child to the uniqueness in you

The beauty in you

Without the value others place on your wings

Or the weight you place upon them

Let your light

Your lightness help sail you

Through the skies of love ,peace and enchantment.