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A furrowed browed day
Snippets and lessons
My work is wading in flowered rubber boots to reach a drowning field mouse. My work is rising with stiff bones and pulling on a hoodie and those same rubber boots and breaking the ice and feeding the birds that are fluffed up in the trees watching me. My work is checking on the chickens who all have names, and trying not to grow weary of the simple things because honestly the simple things are…
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Always, Only
It beckons The light’ Gods light’ His morning His presence His promise Every day. The creatures know it The creation knows it The seasons know it The stars know it. They wait for his light, like we wait for his light. They wait for his voice, like we wait for his voice. They wait for his guiding light to lead them ever on. We search to know why we are here they search to know what…
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Linger a little longer
I am wondering your thoughts on this piece of writing. I am thinking of entering it in a contest. Thoughts?
You have to love, It is what makes God real. You have to throw your heart into the wind and feel. You have to love, the moments that take your breath. Whether cut and bleeding or soaring in your very soul. You have to look for the gifts. You have to look for the helpers and the magic and the glory. You have to feel and heal and ride the wild summer and eat the bitter fruit. You have to…
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The Lily dog
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My Disneyland
Feeling like a little kid
You see the quickening of a heart in motion. A dream since I was aware enough to desire. I know this to be true It was love at first sight and this day? My Disneyland. Welcome home Hattie
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Encounters
My closests friends now are animals and trees. The Pandemic opened me to the quiet of life before crazy. I am working on a book and I ope you will let me know if I am on the right track. Thanks for reading
I turned a corner this morning at dawn the sky was flush with promise pink and beckoning under the blue I saw her there and she startled and I whispered in my best baby voice. she stopped and she twitched her nose at me and she settled down and began to eat the grass. There are mornings and moments that make life all worthwhile. Yesterday I turned the corner and a lone turkey was…
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This Weathered Woman
Look into the eyes, of this weathered woman. She has seen much and her eyes reflect. They reflect calm like a still pond and they reflect wary wanderings. They reflect truth and they reflect lies believed. She has endured much like an old tree. The storms, the droughts, the waiting, the dancing, the longing to see. To climb higher and to reach up to the heavenly and the stars. Yet…
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Never enough
Celebrating our beautiful earth
Images from the Earth 10 photos taken by Lynn Schriner 2 photos taken by Joe Schriner 7 photos taken by other photographer (unknown by me loved them so thank you whoever you might be) Sun rising Star gazing Moss foraging Flowers blooming Chickens Scratching Bird singing Deep diving Fish Releasing Climbing Rocks Coyote Jumping Rainbow catching Nuzzling A Horse Spring colors Trees…
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Poet on the mountain
It’s coming on spring it happened to me on a Colorado mountain when I came here to take a breath. It was all I knew to do. I had lived in the city with dogs and a husband and a 5 G tower that took me down. And there was a guest cottage and a Kiva fireplace that cooked my bones. There was also a courtyard so neglected the first day I was on my knees pulling up weeds and dead…
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I am the third cross
Luke 23:39 One of the criminals who hung there hurled insults at him: “Aren’t you the Christ? Save yourself and us!” 40 But the other criminal rebuked him, “Don’t you fear God?” he said “since you are under the same sentence? We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve but this man has done nothing wrong.” 42 Then he said, “Jesus remember me when you come into your kingdom,”…
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Poet on the mountain
It’s coming on spring it happened to me on a Colorado mountain when I came here to take a breath. It was all I knew to do. I had lived in the city with dogs and a husband and a 5 G tower that took me down. And there was a guest cottage and a Kiva fireplace that cooked my bones. There was also a courtyard so neglected the first day I was on my knees pulling up weeds and dead…
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Morning healing routine
Years and years ago, when I was in the beginning of health challenges such as I had never imagined in my wildest dreams I started researching holistic medicine. I eventually became a Doctor but that story is for another post. What I have learned over 40 years of challenges is that my intention in the morning is often what carries me through the day. Health and healing begins and ends in the…
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The journey to heal
Choices bring healing and gratitude and grace A silly dogs face
I awaken to the truth that every day is it’s own. We have our familiar paths, slippers, haircuts and husbands But every day is it’s own. It’s own hidden desires and it’s own clouds. It’s own songs in the head of a once tiny child. It has it’s own memories and it’s own surprises, It has it’s own dreams and desires. Every day is it’s own chapter and verse it’s own deep dish pizza or fresh…
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A crumbling wall
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It was a Hard Winter
It was a hard winter I scraped the bottom of my tenacity. It was a hard winter The wind took the lives of two hearts and heaven bound the passengers. I wasn’t ready for their departure I wasn’t ready for the dimming of their light and mine. It was a hard winter I could see it on the tree that seemed indifferent to her pain. I could see it in the eyes of the wild poor things. It was a…
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I am being sifted under the full worm moon
Full worm moon March 7 2023 It’s 3am and I am being sifted. My mind is insisting that I pay attention, that I must sit up straight and not miss a thing as the sky is falling in drops of pandemic and money and lost loves. The worst thing I did was listen to the panic, the worm moon lighting up the landscape as if God had turned on a flashlight. I took a deep breath and imagined I am relaxing into…
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