Formerly known
as the dark cloud
The negative thinking
is quickly dispelled these days
with acknowledgement of gratitudes
Yes, it’s all great
and I am grateful
Every work day for almost 8 years now, Dena has written a love note, poem or other thought, on a napkin - and tucked it in Marshal's lunch - a ritual of the heart. At the beginning of 2009 Marshal started typing them up. Now, it has become our practice to share the Daily Napkin with you, OUR ritual of the heart. May you enjoy them. May they feed your spirit.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Human Hearts
Far off in a land
distant and strange
in a time long forgotten
there were people
who had lives of experience
and emotions much like ours
The human experience
Hearts of love
distant and strange
in a time long forgotten
there were people
who had lives of experience
and emotions much like ours
The human experience
Hearts of love
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Spirit Tree
Roots spread wide and deep
community sprung up
a strong tree with thick branches
Let us sing in the shade
of the ever dancing leaves
Let us rise up and move as one
in the varied winds of change
Let us be a blessing
bearing fruit
for all our sustenance
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Monday, January 23, 2012
Richness of Rose Petals
Tender thoughts
fragile with newness
and unfamiliarity
dropped like rose petals
on the shelf of fertile consciousness
Unwasted – only spent
this go around
adding richness to the moment
depth to the psyche
Potpourri of fodder
New blooms every season…
fragile with newness
and unfamiliarity
dropped like rose petals
on the shelf of fertile consciousness
Unwasted – only spent
this go around
adding richness to the moment
depth to the psyche
Potpourri of fodder
New blooms every season…
Labels:
garden of life,
insight,
inspiration
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Friday, January 20, 2012
The Rains Came
It was dry and brown
cold to the bones chilled
Everyone chapped and uneasy
And then the rains came
The plants perked up
even amidst grey and soggy
Trees flexed with wintry breezes
Squirrels bundled up
in fluffed up fur And old dried tears
were washed awaywhen the rains came…
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