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.
I was told as a child to always tell the truth If goodness was the final goal to this end I did spend my youth I sought for answers high and low and followed those who followed God No…
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Made of cardboard wings No fair release from the ground Overhead birds fly Higher than you’ll ever go But one thing you have That they’ll never know It’s all that you need, You need to reach the stars To…
Continue readingOde to the Bored A Bard that’s bored might grow a beard Unless the he’s a she. In that case she might grow some roots And soon become a tree. A tree that’s bored will oft be bared Of…
Continue readingIf home is where the heart is where ever I may roam I think on friends and family if e’er I feel alone The times of joy or sadness are shared one and the same with open armed acceptance tis…
Continue readingHolding On To Hope Hanging by a thread here it comes now, ready or not and no matter what ease or pain, if good or bad this moment is like Hanging by a thread Hanging on for Life…
Continue readingGrowly Bear On mornings when you rise and the harsh light hits your eyes or what’s worse and just no fun you get up before the sun and your thinking’s in a muffle clothes and hair all a curfuffle…
Continue readingMemories, memories, so many memories Some fuzzy, some sharp and clear I’ll try to share the way it was and is But I’ve forgotten the date and year. (I’m getting older too you know) Early on we all took an…
Continue readingYou cannot call a Spade a Spade because it’s derogatory with negative connotations and discretioned prerogatory. And dare not you to even think of intimating color for all that’s dark or bad or evil makes one think it fouler….
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My Hope is in You/PS 42 There was time when we were close, you and I When Life’s ups an downs came, it didn’t matter Cause my feet were on solid ground and I had you holding onto me…
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