"Nature does not hurry yet everything is accomplished." -Lao Tzu a flower can be a poem all by itself color replacing gray newsroom days each petal, lined hues of good news the glory of opening ourselves to live again ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Covid finnally caught me and I am learning how to accept it as an uninvited guest. Sending you wishes for wellness. Join me at earthweal this week: Lessons from the Wild Photo taken on one of my neighborhood walks.
1. Ease your body into a warm bath, stay long enough to forget why its ending and how time ever mattered. 2. Get your shovel plant your tears along with faith flower seeds for tomorrow's sky brightening. 3. Climb to the roof, listen for birds from a different perspective notice the variation in song brings clearer thoughts. 4. Wander while feeling solid ground, allow disappointment to flee your swinging arms until lightness of hope arrives. 5. Leave yourself behind the one that didn't believe your worth. Buy yourself colored pencils, new sneakers. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 For the 18th day of Na/GloPoWriMo - “Five Answers to the Same Question.” Photo taken in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
I stumbled upon this tree and she had much to share "I'm twisted and far from upright but that won't stop me from blue sky mornings, feeling the sun warm each layer of my thick skin muffling me from the critics of all things that don't look quite straight. Let the rain drip down your skin. What? You say you haven't stood naked in the rain? You haven't lived until you've felt singular drops land cool one, then another to awaken aliveness once lost to you. Stick with me kid. There's no reason to return to the city. Let me see your Tree Pose. Beautiful! Welcome to the grove." ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 For day 13 of Na/GloPoWriMo. Everything is going to be amazing. Join us for dVerse Poets' Pub Open LInk Night - HERE Photo taken in the desert outside of Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. What a magical experience to meet this grandmother tree.
When green is stop and red is go yellow gets confused and we collapse into a dogpiled intersection a puddle of hilarity drippings of our whitewashed cityscape, flowers bowed or buried a spot of fallen yellow ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 School is closed today, April 11, because of a snowstorm. What?! The world feels topsi-turvy.
Sometimes a leafgreen season allows a reaching beyond our past perimeter of pain. Will you build a bridge or jump ship? Questions like Spring rain essential for endurance. Pause before you reach the 50-mile marker wondering what brought you to the desert without water. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join us at dVerse Poets' Pub for Monday Quadrille HERE.
“Poetry is the unexpected utterance of the soul that comes at times to renew us when we least expect it. Poems show us how we belong to each other and life. Like all forms of art, poetry marries what is with what can be. Poems show us our possibility. There is a mystical assumption of Unity underneath all poems. Every honest, heartfelt expression shows how being connected to life in all its forms allows each of us to be more fully ourselves.” – Mark Nepo
unexpected can be beauty with open eyes ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 This Monoku, a single line poem consisting of seventeen syllables or even fewer, inspired by Eugi's Casuerie. The photo was taken on my recent trip to Mexico. I spent a lot of time just being, not doing, just hearing the heartbeat of the ocean. I wish this for everyone. Sending peace from my heart to yours.
when he first drew the lines he had no idea how far that circle would roll how it would arrive on windshields, bridges, believers show itself on countryside barns, walls within cityscapes live on t-shirts worn by people of every color he didn't know and he let his heart draw forward a circle of himself, arms outstretched today this rocksolid symbol kept pocketwarm for peace she is determined to hold traveled with her in faith to pass onto small hands. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 "I was in despair. Deep despair," he wrote, according to the book TM: The Untold Stories Behind 29 Classic Logos. "I drew myself: the representative of an individual in despair with hands palm outstretched outwards and downwards in the manner of Goya's peasant before the firing squad. I formalized the drawing into a line and put a circle round it. It was ridiculous at first and such a puny thing." - Gerald Holtom The symbol was adopted by the British Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament, of which Holtom was a member, and made its public debut Easter weekend, 1958. from The origin story of the peace sign by LAUREN HANSEN Join in dVerse Poets' Pub Open Link Night HERE. You can watch the video recording of today's gathering.
My words were inspired by this nourishing song, The River,
written and performed by Coco Love Alcorn. Please give it a listen.
river's spirit sings rhythm without age it knows flow where to go it helps me trust the way with eyes closed, receiving I open to the waterway joining streamlets, runnels, rivulets rushing away Mother Earth's teaching receding or overflow returning is river's way to go ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join us at dVerse - Eyeing the Quadrille #147 HERE
soft giggles like crumbs of encouragement warm murmurs like holding a shaking hand pillows of intention there to catch you if, just if. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 None of us knows what tomorrow will bring. Yet, I do know that I can choose love and I will. dVerse – Open Link Night #311