On the Edge

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Wandering on the edge of the horizon

The waves gently lap with a song calling it to rise

The sun sets in the opposite plane

And a misty reflection makes it appear to dance

A beautiful waltz on the edge of the world

The edge of my mind

The ascension accelerates the peace in my heart

Rising higher

Colors kaleidoscope in changing moods of pink and orange

The light of white reflects on the rippling waters

Caresses my soul with the gift of renewal

With the gift of friendship

The gift of love

Rising moon you steal my heart

And you whisper sweet everythings to my soul

Washed with peace I walk

To the beat of the rising full moon

On the edge of the horizon

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Blessitude

Lorrie <3

3/6/15

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Native Winds

lorriebowden:

This is utterly beautiful Brad!! I can feel your magnificent energy move through this poem as it moved through me. I send this out to my readers and know that they will feel this peace also. <3. Thank you, Brad!

Originally posted on writing to freedom:

Native Windspoetry, Native American, wind

the six directions

east, south, west, north, sky and earth

blowing through my heart

~

Image from Robin G on Pinterest.

Native American teachings resonate deeply with me, especially their reverence for life. May we listen with our hearts and celebrate all life.

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Connected in Silence

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I’m not sure I have ever

heard that kind of silence before

I stood and I looked over

God’s creations

And I felt love

the purest kind of love

And the sounds

of

NOTHING

entered my ears

And it reached into my soul

And it pulled on strings

that were attached to my heart

And I knew

EVERYTHING

Every wonder

Every person

Every thought

Every hope

Every dream

I felt creation move in my soul

And I knew

we all come from one

And I felt connected

at the base of my very being

And I felt

LOVE

Blessitude

Lorrie <3

3/1/15

Sometimes, we don’t know what we are missing until we don’t hear it!  I am beginning to understand the importance of silence in my life right now. A deafening silence spoke to my heart on a recent trip to Arizona.  It seemed so loud…if that is possible.  I am exploring with this silence.  It seems when I turn down the noise from the outside world, my insides…my heart…my soul…are easier to hear.

I wish you all much love and many blessings on this beautiful Sunday morning.  ~Blessitude

This Pain

 

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“You are and will always be much more than your pain.”

~ Dennis Ference

A dear friend (Dennis Ference…click here to see the poem he wrote for me) said this to me and I knew immediately that I would need to think about theses words.

For I have lived many…

        many years

feeling this pain

knowing this pain

remembering this pain

        even during the times that I thought

                I had forgotten this pain

 

If something has been true for a lifetime…

        does that mean that it is truth?

Have I defined myself by my pain?

Does my pain somehow make me special?

 

Or does my pain reflect the child who wished upon a star

Who begged the animals who were her only friends

Who acted out wishing someone would notice

Someone would swoop in and save her

Save the others

But no one did

No…

No one saved her

 

In fact there were those who could sense the despair

        And they took advantage

        And they betrayed her

        And they hurt her

and caused more pain

NO.

I see the pain I have worn like a comfy old coat.

It is nice and worn in…

        a trusted friend

Something I can count on…

Something I expect…

Something that feels…

   Safe

How strange.

NO.

Yes, Dennis, you are correct…

I am more than my pain

And I don’t need to hide behind it any longer

I shed the cloak…

     Release the harness…

          Drop the worn pieces in a bucket.

YES.

And I choose love.

The love that exists in the realm of the divine…

The love that exists in my soul.

     Thank you dear Dennis…

          I am more than my pain

               And I am so blessed and full of gratitude…

                    Blessitude!

Lorrie <3

2/27/15

 

Morning in the Canyon

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Morning’s first light

so crisp…so cool

rays like fingers

reach over the mountain

cottontails scamper

the only movement observed

except for what moves in your heart

Quiet stillness

Yes…this is what I was craving

though I had no idea

Put me in a place

that makes me shut down the noise

makes me turn inward

no distractions

forced solitude

Thank you for this beauty

for this respite

the landscape of my soul is quiet

and responsible

I look inside

and I notice places I haven’t seen in a long time

Like going home after an extended trip

This moment of stillness

evaporates the incessant meaningless sounds

and restores my balance

restores my connection

restores my faith and hope

…dreams!

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Blessitude

Lorrie <3

2/22/15