Windows To The Spirit

Just
being
in the world
is uphill work.
But when our lives change,
we can lose who we are.
As humans, we need our work
and must reinvent ourselves to
grow into who we are called to be.
It is in our work that we find ourselves.

My
muddled
mind, mostly
mystified, meets
Manchester. Meanwhile,
mental meandering
magnificently musters
masterful maneuvers, making
more meditation mandatory,
magically manifesting myself.

Time
matters.
Savor the
moments you spend
with the ones you love
for they are most precious.
Memories are but shadows
of the real people and events
in your life and no substitute for
the chance to live those moments forever.

In
the sea
of the earth’s
humanity,
I am but a speck.
Personal space is not
a right but a luxury
to which I have grown accustomed.
I vow never to take solitude
for granted and to cherish it always.

I
find some
comfort when
things stay the same.
In the sea of change
there is reassurance
in reliving a pleasant
experience that makes even
the unfamiliar feel more like home.
A smile, a gesture, is all that it takes.

She
has grown
so much in
grace and wisdom
in just two short months.
The world is her classroom
and she has made it her own.
Forever changed, when she returns
lessons she has learned will serve her well.
Yet she has not lost who she really is.

The
rain fell
steadily,
drizzle clinging
to coats with collars
pulled tightly up around
necks chilled by the wind whipping
through the wet streets. Sitting outside
dry, warm beneath heaters sipping wine,
we watch the people as they scurry past.

There
are those
times when one
cannot see the
effects of action
but they are nonetheless
there and can be destructive.
Like a strong wind that snaps the trees,
invisible forces can topple
with no notice leaving lasting effects.

Do
something
you love and
people notice.
Energy flows like
running water giving
renewal to those thirsting
for the joy that you show to them.
Doing what brings you joy is not work
but a labor of love and devotion.