POEMS: “Sometimes” (coping with worries, from an older post)

“Sometimes”  Sometimes when things turn upside down And inside out and look dark brown, I rush outdoors and gaze into The topless sky’s eternal blue, So calm and cool, so still and deep, With soft contented clouds like sheep. I shade my eyes and stare and stare, Then go back in the house, and there,…

Quick notice dear friends!

Hi dear friends! I just want to let you know that we’re going camping in nature for a few days. I am not taking any technology with me, so I will unplug from the net for a while, and recharge with mother Nature. I appreciate your visits and your comments and look forward to replying…

FATHER’S DAY POEMS: “Father: The Changing Role” by Trina Graves

“Father: The Changing Role” Each generation brings change To all the roles of family As each new unit forms Different ways are clear to see We are moulded by the experiences Shaped in our early childhood Our parents views of their roles Became the truth we understood Different families merge In life, their ways and…

“The Way of Divine Energy” by Elquanah (re-blogged)

The Way of Divine Energy The wisdom and insight we can learn from ancient texts is never ending. More than 5000 years ago the ancient Chinese masters of  esoteric healing came to the understanding that everything is composed of the same energetic substance  called Qi.  They observed the oneness and wholeness in all existence and …

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS: “May my heart” by E. E. Cummings

“May my heart” May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it’s sunday may I…

FATHER’S POEMS: “Today’s Father” by Trina Graves

Today’s Father The Father of today Is free to take his role In any direction he wants He can set his own goal Fathers of the past Were shackled to society Having to always fit in Blinkered from other ways to be Not allowed at the birth No sharing of the nurturing Only some playing…