I wish I could bring you with me on walks around the island. I snap photographs and jot notes in my notebook, receiving words and poems.
Here is this morning’s poem……..
There are undreamed dreams inside you.
Might you name a few?
There are some hopes that were dashed and are jagged –
could you breathe them into repair?
And what of praise and unspoken gratitudes-
begin to speak them in every moment.
Speak them and feel your life turning
from worry into song.
~Ingrid Goff-MaidoffGratitude, Living in Love, Poetry, Vineyard Beauty, Writing as Sacred Practice |