I Have Scars





I have scars that can’t be seen

Perhaps I met them in a dream

If you can’t see them

Then they’re not real

How I wish this was truth


I have scars they cut me deep

They separated muscle from bone

And feeling from life

They cut ties to my human side

And made me live in the dark recesses

Where knife cut matter

And what lives inside cries


Yes, I have scars

But I don’t wear them well

Only time will tell

Flying clocks with wings

Erase the messages of time

The ceaseless nagging of pain

At the bottom of my psyche

Washes the light of life

A tinged hint of gray

Darkens the day

Just a little


My scars don’t define me

Only bind me

Intertwine me

In the place that can’t exist

If my reaching soul climbs out of the carnage

Blossoms like a flower

A tiny bud releasing it’s beautiful fragrance into the world


Light of the Creator

Designs a crater

A chasm to be filled with love and joy

Radiates light

Of all that might

Gracefully walk in peace

To the gates that unlock the freedom of your soul.





621. Color is a power which directly influences the soul. ~Wassily Kandinsky

My dear friend Natalie puts beautiful thoughts and words together with incredible photographs of stunning flowers! This post spoke to my heart and I felt the need to share!! Enjoy ❤

Sacred Touches

In the house of words was a table of colors.
They offered themselves in great fountains,
and each poet took the color he needed:
lemon yellow or sun yellow
ocean blue or smoke blue,
crimson red, blood red, or wine red.
~Eduardo Galeano


There is not one blade of grass,
there is no color in this world
that is not intended to make us rejoice.
~John Calvin


Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud–
We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence flows all that charms our ear or sight
all melodies the echoes of that voice,
all colours a suffusion from that light.
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge


In nature, light creates the color.
In the picture, color creates the light.
~Hans Hoffman


Color! Ah, the fabulous, mystic realm of color! Just look at these flowers I photographed in my greenhouse yesterday! What a sacred voice is the song of their…

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Freak Accident ~ Broken


I didn”t mean to hurt you…

Oh, but you did.

In fact, I didn’t know that I did.

I wondered about that as I cried through my pain.

I heard something but I didn’t think it was my place to reach out to you.  I don’t know you.

I knew you heard me cry…and I ask you…do you need to know someone to comfort them?

Well, it would have been uncomfortable.

I’m terribly sorry that offering a fellow being comfort would cause you discomfort…I am truly sorry about that.

And I am sorry that I hurt you.

Thank you.

I had a very freak accident yesterday.  I was in a public restroom and as I was closing my door with my hand around the edge of it, a woman pushed her door open harder than you could ever imagine.  The two doors were traveling towards each other…with my hand right smack in the middle of the explosive crash!

I think I made it worse because I yanked my hand back at the impact.  I know I screamed…and then I cried.  And the woman went about her business washing and drying her hands and promptly left.  She never said a word.

My hand immediately swelled and the restaurant staff got me ice.  They wanted me to see the lifeguards and make an incident report.  The lifeguards strongly suggested I get an x-ray.

I took the ice off after 20 minutes, and my hand was so grotesquely swollen I couldn’t look at it!  I did go to get an x-ray and I could not be more grateful that nothing was broken 🙂

It is very painful and very swollen.  I can’t use it so the reality of what our dominant hand does for us is very real to me.  I have thought a lot about the things I do with my hands and I am so blessed.  First I thought about the tennis match this morning that I would not be able to play for our team…then I thought about my latest art project that I was so excited to finish…then, in horror, I thought I couldn’t write!!!

It made me realize how much I take my body for granted.  It made me realize that life has the possibility of changing drastically in a millisecond.   It made me wonder how many times people hurt other people and have no idea that they did.  Worse than that, it made me wonder how many people know that they have hurt someone and are able to just walk away.

My words above were an imaginary conversation I had with the woman who must have “kicked” her stall door open.  I will always wonder who she was, what she thought, and what she might have been going through in her life.  It made me feel a little better to write about it.

I wrote the above yesterday.  Today my hand feels much better…in fact I am using it to type …not without pain…but at least it moves and the swelling has gone done some.  The photograph was taken at the beach restaurant a few months ago…I didn’t know what photo to include.  I thought about posting a photo of my hand…but it was so icky!


Lorrie ❤


Haiku ~ 1/16/15 (and photobomb!)


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The winter ocean

Sprays her mist with hungry zeal

Much to bird’s delight




I had cabin fever, once the fever from the flu broke!  So I forced myself to walk up to the beach and, of course, I brought my phone in case I saw something I needed to take a photo of.  I decided I had to visit the beach because my friend Brad, from Writing to Freedom, stated in a comment that he missed the beach so much and it made me realize that I did too.


I’m so happy I decided to go!  The ocean was not the prettiest I have ever seen, but there is always beauty if you look for it.  I was surprised how good I felt and was able to walk south much longer than I thought I would be able to.  Then we turned around and I was completely shocked to feel a steady 20 mph wind in my face!! 

And it reminded me of life.  And it reminded me of how I have been walking in my life lately.  When we walk with the wind we move effortlessly with ease.  When we turn around and walk into the wind there is always struggle.  In that moment it was so clear to me that God intended the wind to help us move through life.  Just like a sailboat uses the wind no matter what direction it is heading we need to change our internal direction and use the wind of faith.

Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any better, a surprise visitor photobombed me!

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May you always find a way to walk with the wind!

❤ Lorrie

There Lives Inside


There lives inside

A space created by pain

Cultivated by love

Sustained by perseverance

There lives inside

A will so strong

That nothing can stop it

Nothing can make it weak

There lives inside

A voice that has waited to speak

To let me know the things

I’ve been craving my whole life

And I hear it

And I hold it

And I honor it


I offer it the love

That lives inside

From one


The integrated space

Where Faith

Meets Grace

And spreads

There lives inside