Morning Glory

it can't be held back -

the morning opens in its

fullness of glory

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Silence

When the silence calls,

why is it so hard

to respond, to listen?

 

It goes against the grain

of what I think I want,

what I think I need.

 

 

And yet, I long for it,

yearn for it,

but when it comes,

I question its presence,

forgetting it's preciousness.



The calling of a rarefied existence,

to subsist below the pressure

of the atmosphere.

 

To hallow the hollow,

to delve into

the depths.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To embrace

the silence

for the life

it brings.

To move myself

to a place

where silence

is venerated.

 

 

 



 

Gnome

 

little garden gnome

oh do tell from whence you roam

help find our way home

 

 

 

 

 

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::Breathe:: while ::Waiting::

I have been feeling so impatient, so in need of change,

so ready to move forward into something new. 

I need the messages of these wire words I've recently sculpted,

which fit so well together with the message to

 

Breathe

while

Waiting.

 

I need to.

 

Deb won the giveaway that I offered here recently,

and I had the opportunity to sculpt her word, breathe.

These words are from her blog, as is the image below:

 

one two three. be still

breathe belly deep, exhale slow

let go. calm down. BE

 

 

reminder to breathe...deeper, longer.

 

While

 

like my authentic friend Anna.

Some of her words are below.

 

"As I think about waiting, I think of these pages full of longing, confusion, pain, and joy."

 

"It might sound like a passive word, but wait is an active verb. It is an action that we take. That day I learned that waiting is brave when everyone else is moving past you. It is brave to believe that there is something better ahead, while letting the opportunities of the present expire."

 

"Those of us that are idealists are always waiting. I could write volumes more about the waiting, and what I'm continuing to learn." 

 

I do look forward to reading more stories,

that are part of the volumes, Anna.

 

 

These words are woven into my story as I mold and sculpt and wrap the wire, prayerfully meditating on the message of the word and the meaning for its recipient.  As I continue my own freedom pursuit, these words help guide my soul, too.

Freedom, I am still reaching for you.

 

 

 Vivian, the collection of wire word sculptures continues growing, fulfilling your very special vision!

 

Ellen, I think you're like the dendrologist I mentioned in my last post, there has been more going on beneath the surface than I think I realized - proprioceptive?