I can do a lot,
that which is mine to do well.
First I aim, then act.
I don’t mind my dreams.
Sometimes they help plan my day,
energize my hopes.
Today I plan to
let love flow. I have enough
Good to pass around.
I’ll forgive today,
knowing I’ll need to do it,
again and again.
My talents are put
to best use when I share them.
Sharing is a joy.
Imagination
lifts me, fills me with hopeful
possibilities.
Encouraging praise
lifts one up much higher than
criticism does.
How can one maintain
a positive attitude?
Just stay committed.
It takes the courage
and strength of a warrior
to ask for some help.
It’s not important
to always know how or why,
simply see the truth.
There are so many
ways to become beautiful,
loving the best of them.
Wee birds in a nest,
mom and dad feeding them still.
Faith in the future.
Imperfection is
a fact of life, at least it
is in my own life.
Seeing all discord
as an opportunity
can lead one to calm.
No comparisons.
They don’t have to measure up.
My Friends are unique.
Like the times, I change,
though throughout my many years,
Spirit is constant.
The one phrase I hope
to remember frequently:
May I be of help?
Sharing brings me joy.
I share my prosperity
however I can.
My prayers are about
holding others in my heart,
seeing them all loved.
As my day begins,
I see opportunity
to find joy, laughter.
Healing is outward,
the power of it inward.
It’s all in the mind.
I see it’s all Good,
thankful for all my teachers,
whose bright lights still shine.
I look and I see.
Sometimes I look and don’t see.
See what I’m saying?
It happened to me?
Nope, it just happened for me.
Living and learning.
Today I focus
on what is in my power,
my thoughts and feelings.
Trees tremble in fear,
Earth’s fever draining its lakes,
spring lambs stay sleeping.
When you love someone,
there’s no need to do the math.
No calculating.
I have prepped the soil,
pulled the weeds, planted the seeds.
Now it’s time to bloom.
I am most present
when I’m giving my whole heart
to what I’m doing.
I’m not an artist,
but see a lot to word-paint
nearly everyday.
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