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Oh my but…

I’m late, I’m late, I’m late for a very important date. Can’t stop to say hello, goodbye, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late. So like the white rabbit in Alice of Wonderland am I tonight. My husband’s and mine and our daughter’s and our grandsons all have birthdays in October. So since they moved it’s impossible to make that 12 hour drive that many times in one month. And we could and would fly but James hates to fly! So we usually pick a date and either they come here or we go there for a one celebration for all, and the plan for this year was that we would go next weekend. But my daughter texted this week and asked us if we could come at the beginning of the week which normally is not a problem, but I’ve been so busy and I thought I could get it all done and be ready. But here I am with some things still undone and we have to leave at 6 AM in the morning. I don’t have a laptop and so I have to rely on my phone to do things on my blog. I’ve gotten enough drafts created this evening to post some things every day as usual. The problem will come when trying to read all your posts and answer comments. So please forgive me if I fall short of the mark until we get back. I pray all of you have a great start to your week. Love, hugs, and blessings, Natalie
With freedom, books…

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Poetry is the…

See the rhythm in the lines in the photograph?
See the beauty?
Can you read between the lines?
Poetry is life! Enjoy!
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collage by Natalie
Angels in the…

May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.
~John O’Donohue
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O stars of…
I bless the night that nourished my heart
To set the ghosts of longing free
Into the flow and figure of dream
That went to harvest from the dark
Bread for the hunger no one sees.
~John O’Donohue
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Skate

Sickness is my latest Paramore
She is more attentive
Less fickle
She sticks like late season honey to the insides of my fever dream
A purple moth with nectarine probiscis
She hears my chest rise and fall
Like carefully tilted chess pieces
Will release balance and find
Greater purchase in uneven defeat
Yet
I remain undefeated
As if by whim
A last horrah
Like a Rosy cheeked girl with retrouse buttocks
Tips her mirth at the crowd
Who in unisen rise
Fat, thin, butter fingered and pianist
To cheer her abandon
As I turn my hot cheeks your way
Facing one another in the skeleton of dawn
I see your need of me
So insate and thundering
And though selfish mayhaps
I entreat
Pick another
I spent much time unraveling
Yet I remain
Stubborn and glassy eyed
A drunk patient of witchery
Somebody without many pockets
Containing Combs and honey
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Today, the tiniest gesture —

Today, the tiniest gesture — a smile, a gentle look, a simple pat on the arm, a soft word — can change a person’s life.
Before this very day is out, you are going to have a chance to live in that possibility.
Look.
Watch.
See what this day brings you.
And be ready.
Someone is waiting for that smile, that look, that gesture from you.
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Poetry is the…

The bud will provide the pleasure
and the seed casing to the right holds
the truth of God’s word in that
Creation will be reborn again and again1
Poetry is life! God is good! Enjoy!
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collage by Natalie
Poetry is an…

I love to dance with shadows, don’t you?
Life is poetry!
It has a poetic song
which is a beautiful a waltz!
So dance with life in both shadows and light!
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collage created by Natalie