A place of repose. Strength and perseverance for a long journey are often found in a place of quiet repose.
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My perspective here.
I am the poet and writer of this blog, married to my DH Ueli, and mom of two teenagers with two cats. We live on a farm in Switzerland, in a very old house which we are renovating.
For over 35 years I've been writing poetry, and delving into photography within the past 10 years. If you're curious about the site, please follow the 'about' link.
In the ebb
and flow of Life,
a river of words
pass by.
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You'll find here in FLOW some of my thoughts on that journey.
Based on Luke 19; 1-10 Too short to see over the crowd through the problem over the mountains on the road ahead. But desire and need pushes me to run and climb a sycamore search a solution, scale a peak…
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In the midst of the gathering storm I spread my table. Sorrow fills my cup Confusion and worries lay heavy And season my meal with sadness No comfort found in daily tasks That carried me thus far. Companions…
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The Lord’s patience means salvation Patience– In this context it is a word that means long-suffering. Is there some sort of trial I’m experiencing? Well, yes, sort of, but that isn’t the point of this post or what struck me…
Continue readingA tale warning ‘Tread lightly’ I tell a tale of woe and dread a warning “Watch out where you tread” in light of day or dark of night to best avoid unpleasant fright. For this night I have walked…
Continue readingChanging Landscape Like the changing of a stage in the second act, or a new scene in a movie, so many different seasons pass and though the ‘framed picture’ may be the same, the landscape takes on a different sentiment. …
Continue readingSpring Flora Flowers, and Blooms and bowers of fumes in rooms of bright delicate petals and blossom. Photos of gardens in springtime through autumn with changes anew in a view of flora so awesome. I love each season with the…
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The Inconvenient Truth Seized, led and bound before the priestly council Behind closed doors in the dark of night Annas tried to use his own words against him Nothing he said was false, hidden, not right. By Law…
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Bear Hugging Bedpost On certain days there grows in me A sense of insecurity. It waxes like a cloud of rain, Whose downpour floods the water main. But come a gentle zephyr breeze The cloud soon dissipates…
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Drama on the high seas it is not If you’ve ever swam in the ocean, you’ve probably heard of Riptide warnings. These are strong undercurrents that are not really visible yet quite life threatening for a swimmer who unwittingly swims…
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‘Seriously, I’m getting too old for this!’ I recently said to myself, after spending the second night in a row up past my bedtime. No, it wasn’t because of any great movie or thrilling novel holding me captive in the…
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