And nose
Love for the outdoors put on hold so I can breathe
Disconnected from the rhythm for a bit
To breathe, to rest, to sigh, to restore
My body insists
The culprit, Velvet Mesquite. Picture by Sue in AZ, Wikimedia.
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Pollen-laden winds bring water to my eyes
And nose Love for the outdoors put on hold so I can breathe Disconnected from the rhythm for a bit To breathe, to rest, to sigh, to restore My body insists The culprit, Velvet Mesquite. Picture by Sue in AZ, Wikimedia.
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Splashing sends water leaping.... flying through the air. It also makes a sound. Disturbing still waters, the splash calls attention to itself.
Resistance to the displacement of water by a moving solid object creates a splash. Fluidity colliding with solidity. It could be a rock or a person or a rocky shore creating the disturbance. Our work can be the same. Photo by aranprime on Unsplash Cactus blooms against an azure sky.
The cactus can't help it. It does what it does. Born to flower and seed. To perpetuate itself. The pollinators can't help themselves. They do what they are supposed to do. Symbiosis at it's finest. The delicate web of life. Photo by MIchelle Miller at Nine Pearls Healing Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy - John Denver
Remembering John this morning. He touched my life. As a little girl I would listen to his gorgeous lyrics and just cry. Poetry at its finest. Filled with nature imagery and love. I wanted to be him. His soaring Annie's song would make me cry every time I listened. What makes a poet great? It's their ability to reach what is human in us. To resonate with our dreams, fears, and longings. To be utterly, hopelessly, and hope-filled-ly human. To turn a phrase in such a magical way that it causes delight and begs to be quoted. I'm not throwin' away my shot - Lin-Manuel Miranda For there is always light, If only we're brave enough to see it, If only we're brave enough to be it. - Amanda Gorman Here's to the poets who inspire me! I raise my glass to toast your efforts. Writing even when it looked like no one was listening. You leave a legacy. Cool morning air on my back.
Oppressive heat has yet to arrive with the coming of the sun. Time to catch my breath and ponder the day ahead. What will it hold? How can I leverage it to arrive at the other side content with the day? Am I building the future I want to live in? Who would I like to see? Rearranging the good habits gave fresh energy and insight yesterday. I walked before the sun rose.The cool air held many ideas. I approached the day differently by changing my opening riff. I am experimenting with structure versus fluidity. Too rigid risks not being able to pivot quickly or yield to heavy blows. Not resilient. Too fluid risks not being solid enough to make something real. Photo by Sven Scheuermeier on Unsplash What is a habit?
Acting or thinking in a certain way reinforced by repetition. A groove worn into the dirt by the passing of many feet. Or the same feet over the course of years. To break out of the habit, you must see the groove and work to avoid it. The depression is the path of least resistance. Thus the habit. You must first see your action or thought as the path of least resistance to choose something else. Then to form a different habit, you must repeat, repeat, repeat. Photo by C. Z. Shi on Unsplash |
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Michelle Miller. I love being outside, using my body, and helping people. I'd like my posts to cultivate hope. Archives
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