This photo was taken in Croatia. When the world’s hate feels like too much, I can always trust in nature for moments of respite. Find a flower and follow its lead.
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This photo was taken on the Oregon Coast near Coos Bay.
How lucky am I to wake this bright morning? Safely carried through night's passage. Like steadfast mountains often forgotten. While dreams retreat, my feet find the floor.
Safely carried through night's passage. Joining the color stream of these hours. While dreams retreat, my feet find the floor. River stones are worn smooth with time.
Joining the color stream of these hours. Letting love's current ease my way. River stones are worn smooth with time. Hand in hand is our way forward.
Letting love's current ease my way. Like steadfast mountains often forgotten. Hand in hand is our way forward. How lucky am I to wake this bright morning?
Within the pages she is flying to another world. Between the pages he is trying on a new character. They are finding a way forward through angst, despair wanting to belong. He is reconsidering his past through their eyes. She is listening to his reasons for forgiveness.
Living in another time and place trying on the suits, gear or gowns. Gently turning or furiously flipping to find the next wonder or conclusion.
Is there a safer way to explore than within a story laid out for your eyes to absorb a world that you have never seen?
“I merely wish to point out that in the face of such a world you have only yourselves to rely on. You have only the decision you must make, each of you, alone. And will you contribute to the indifferent forces that ceaselessly conspire toward injustice? Or will you stand up against this endless tide and in the face of it be truly human?” ― David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars
This poem was inspired by a prompt from dVerse Poets Pub, and this quote from a book I loved. Come join a welcoming group of poets for Open Link Night.
This is just one of many books on the list of Most Commonly Challenged Books In the U.S. Although I read Snow Falling on Cedars many years ago, I can still remember how it touched my heart and made me think deeply.
This is a photo of a bookstore from one of my trips. Can’t remember where.
This poem is in honor of my great-grandmother who came, by herself, to the U.S. from Norway when she was 18 years old. I don't know much about her but writing this made me curious and now I have fallen down a rabbit hole of websites to learn more.
The photo is a mural from Hillsboro, Oregon.
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