Thank you. A lot. We all are on a path. Mine teaches me to roll with the punches though I do not like the verbiage, being a guy and an old one at that I am too long trained in the combative aggressive competitive nature of my language, I don't easily think of myself as fluid, a drop of the ocean. I appreciate your words.
Beautiful. The writing and photos. You have such a gift for expressing universal thoughts, fears, beauty. Magic? Oh yes. And there’s those featgers again ❤️.
So beautiful. The writing and the photos. You have such an ability to express universal thoughts, feelings, fears, beauty…in such amazing ways. Magic, for sure. And those feathers again ❤️.
One more beautiful poem reminding us of who we are and our tendency to allow the "junk" in the world to have undue influence on our decisions. Thanks, once again, for being your beautiful self.
This poem really spoke to me~ I got really sick Friday~ my 6 th antibiotic for UTI~I see a specialist Aug 4 ~ I was full of fear~ Anger~I realized hours later~ I was so sad inside~ from all that’s happening with my body~ that’s how it came out~ as I get older I don’t have the stamina I use to~ it makes me feel weak~ I feel I lack my faith~ the feather reminds me to let go~ of all the worry’s ~ thank you Karen
Your words continue to be in a perfect synchronicity with where life is currently leading me. So many people talk about the body having an innate healing wisdom, and the mind having an innate intelligence. Your words remind me that at the heart of it all is the Innate Wonder of the Universe.
A wise friend (God rest her soul) used to call the opposite of allowing "pushing the river." When I would get uptight and aggressively controlling about something, she would gently say, "Don't push the river." And often she would mix the metaphor and add, "Because that's riding the horse in the wrong direction." I'm going to keep your image of the falling feather before my mind's eye as a reminder of what what "allowing" looks like.
Thank you. A lot. We all are on a path. Mine teaches me to roll with the punches though I do not like the verbiage, being a guy and an old one at that I am too long trained in the combative aggressive competitive nature of my language, I don't easily think of myself as fluid, a drop of the ocean. I appreciate your words.
Beautiful. The writing and photos. You have such a gift for expressing universal thoughts, fears, beauty. Magic? Oh yes. And there’s those featgers again ❤️.
So beautiful. The writing and the photos. You have such an ability to express universal thoughts, feelings, fears, beauty…in such amazing ways. Magic, for sure. And those feathers again ❤️.
I really enjoyed this post and message. Thank you, Karen.
Love this! As usual. And I also really love the flicker. 😍
One more beautiful poem reminding us of who we are and our tendency to allow the "junk" in the world to have undue influence on our decisions. Thanks, once again, for being your beautiful self.
Really beautiful and resonates so much. Thank you!
This is beautiful, Karen, on a day where I have to allow the chips fall where they may. Perfect.
Wonderful, Karen! Beautiful words and images...
Beautiful and poignant, again. Thank you Karen.
This poem really spoke to me~ I got really sick Friday~ my 6 th antibiotic for UTI~I see a specialist Aug 4 ~ I was full of fear~ Anger~I realized hours later~ I was so sad inside~ from all that’s happening with my body~ that’s how it came out~ as I get older I don’t have the stamina I use to~ it makes me feel weak~ I feel I lack my faith~ the feather reminds me to let go~ of all the worry’s ~ thank you Karen
Your words continue to be in a perfect synchronicity with where life is currently leading me. So many people talk about the body having an innate healing wisdom, and the mind having an innate intelligence. Your words remind me that at the heart of it all is the Innate Wonder of the Universe.
Thank you for your kind reminder..
A wise friend (God rest her soul) used to call the opposite of allowing "pushing the river." When I would get uptight and aggressively controlling about something, she would gently say, "Don't push the river." And often she would mix the metaphor and add, "Because that's riding the horse in the wrong direction." I'm going to keep your image of the falling feather before my mind's eye as a reminder of what what "allowing" looks like.
Thank you Karen, your words are resonating with me this morning. Your poem allowed me to breathe.
Beautiful poem. I need to follow that advice. Thank you