Captive

Sweetest June holds me captive in her hands, and the reverie she brings me blooms to over brimming

I Have to Please Myself, So I Do

I've come to the conclusion that others may not necessarily see me the same way I see myself, and that is okay. This is a consequence that introverts must take because they are quiet and keep their beautiful thoughts and actions to themselves most of the time.
I know who I am inside and what my own beautiful thoughts are, and that I am capable of beautiful actions, when I want to. Sometimes it is more important for me to reverie instead of doing the things that others deem of high importance. I have to please myself first of all, and so I do. I'm sure there are other consequences of being an introvert, and maybe you understand my little early morning rant.

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Wilde and Free

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Wilde and free,

That is me.

The river,

The wind,

The air,

Alive in me.

Adorn my wings,

Like jewels to see,

Wild and free,

In me.

A Graveyard of Buried Hopes

I'm sorry. I don't like {what I have seen of} the new series, "Anne With An E." I wanted to like it, but my little kindred heart wants to break when I think that someday, 30 years on from today, girls over the world will think that this new Anne Shirley Cuthbert! {yikes}, is the dear, wonderful, kindred Anne Shirley from Lucy Maud Montgomery's exquisite books. She is just not. 

Please kindreds, let's hold this Anne in our hearts, for as long as we can, and pass her onto the next generation so she is not lost. Otherwise, my life will be a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Rain Lover

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For the millionth time, today I told someone how much I love rain and stormy weather, and for the millionth time they looked back at me in disbelief. Rain-lovers are real, there is even a word for them. We can't all be sun-worshippers, thank goodness.

Rain lover,

Come and dance with me,

We will feel the rain,

And be set free,

Rain lover,

Don't you ever stop,

Loving,

Rain lover,

Don't you ever stop,

Believing,

In what's real,

Rain lover,

Come and dance with me,

We will feel the rain

And be set free.

In the Trees

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I saw my chance and took it,
Right there in the trees,
A waiting gap was open so,
I pulled in and parked beneath,
The pretty blossoms in their prime,
This could be the only time,
To be sheathed up up in the trees.

To Think Where They Have Been

First, the colorful wings I spied,

Heard the soulful, birdful cry,

With one breath, my soul did rise,

Saw the nest, scanned the sky,

My people, my kin,

Nearest to my own skin,

To think where they have been,

Beautiful bird of mine, When

Will I see you again.

 

Shades of Evening

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Shelter - My Prayer Tonight

You are the shelter
I need to be my covering
When I need to hide

Myself away from
Human trials and
Things that happen
Outside of my control.
Cover me
Hide me
Shelter me

Freedom

I've been quiet this winter, but I can assure you that inside my brain, there is a flurry of thoughts, much like the flocks of birds I keep seeing. One day I kept seeing wave after wave of flocks that were stretched out very long in a line, instead of together as a group. Like seven or eight different flocks coming one after the other. Makes me wonder what they know that I don't. Much like them I am longing for spring and joyful at the little things that remind it is spring, and inside my mind, I am full of freedom, as if I am up there in the open sky, flying as a bird-long ribbon that caught the wind and is loose in the sky.

 

Living in a Pastel World

Breaths come in cold, and go out pale and still. Frozen for a snap shop moment, then turning invisible. Looking up to the sky, her face is brushed with cold air as she breathes in and out, a pattern of white and pale repeats.

Living in a pastel world too long, she looks around with disdain. The roads have been icy just one too many times, the haze covers her view, hiding the natural beauty that surrounds her. Will this end soon enough for her before she goes stir-crazy?

Just then, she makes her way in the parking lot, suddenly turns, and is face to face with a quartet of winter birds, sitting in a circle feasting on birdseed that someone has dropped there for them. A winter miracle right before her eyes, no need to even look up. Beautiful. 

The crunch of the snow on the road is growing weary and old. But right nearby on the road, there is a little shed, colored a pale turquoise and covered in white frozen wonderland. Again it's beautiful.

Reminding her to love this time where she can. To get through it and appreciate the pretty little things that come only this time of year. She will try.

The Girl Noticing.

by Dianne Lacourcier, called Keeping a Diary.

Here it is January and today I saw a flock of summer birds flying in the sky. Reminds me of this painting, pale colors of winter, birds flocking, and the girl noticing. Could be me.

The Season

The light of the Season seems to be dimming as all of the hustle and bustle of getting Christmas-ready ends. The gifts we searched for so diligently have been handed out to their recipients, the last cup of Christmas eggnog has been drunk, and the Christmas songs are waning. Yet. There is still some seasonal light left, and I plan on embracing it, stretching it out for as long as I can. That's what makes it so special, that it only comes around once a year. The Season is a gift of memories and feelings that are magnified to over brimming. It truly is the "most wonderful time." I hope you can still feel it's embers as Christmas fades out to the new year.

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This Christmas Eve

It rained this Christmas Eve,
You know, 
There wasn't one stray flake of snow,
Falling ever softly down, 
On the cold pale winter ground,
But still, it is the very same,
There's just One Babe,
With Jesus' name,
And I'll remember all my days,
That Christmas Eve has paved the way,
For all mankind to truly know,
Their Savior, Lord, this day born. 

 

Moonwatching

I told the moon watcher, ...your moon is coming,
Heads up to see it rise through the clouds.
A moment later, I realized I was too late,
For it was already illuminating the dark sky,
...But the moon watcher was already watching.