Why do we make mistakes did the choices look right at the time, did a voice whisper no, did we ignore? Did something glitter that had us in awe ?
Was it easier to take a skip and a spin than contemplate for a while.
Taking time now, sitting by a stream under a Birch and Spruce, I can see that mistakes can lead to wonders to joys that shine and give blessings.
So I feel a peace descending , could some mistakes be the foundation of the shine and fullness I feel now.
Maybe the weave I wove with so many colours created a work of art, just so.
Yes, there would be so many colours blues from the sky, ocean and lakes. Colours from rocks, trees and fields. Streaks of black from the night woven in.
I rest in the arms of all memories we share, Of laughter, joy and tears at times. They bound us from childhood with trust; With the knowledge of care.
“ You saw me “. This beautiful, written note to his loved great grandfather when he passed, from a young grandson who grieved. Grieved his hero and friend.
Can it ever be greater than that, To love and see deeply the soul inside.
Fly past of peace
Mankind is fighting itself
trying to find balance and peace.
Yet, in the fighting more extinction occurs.
How can killing and destruction ever lead
to peace, to harmony and growth.
It never did and never will.
Yet most of us wish to live in unity,
To sing, work and play
To see our children grow, surrounded,
yes, I say the word. Surrounded by love.
We are all citizens of this World.
c/ miriam ivarson
Shining love and joy they stood on a stony edge of a forest road, almost falling into the deep ditch.
I stood looking at them in awe.
Clerical collar and wild Bluebells in harmony. Exuding peace, I even saw a twinkle; So easy we could pass in hurried life, pass the blessings along the road.
I continued with glow in my heart understanding how all living can sing. Sing the praise of being here and now.